Yellow and old and falling free
dancing a last dance in the breeze
Late at night when all is silent
still fallin’, like intermittent rain
Come morning, find a carpet outside
of yellow, ochre leaves and tiny violet flowers
Glowing, golden clumps and not a single leaf
Standing far – has it swallowed the sun?
Shades of lavender on its distant tips
As if touched and transformed from above
Yesterday bare, today, all over a sprinklin’
a miracle of sunset orange and tender green
Silent and strong; this moment though, newly born
in a vulnerable shade of the tenderest green.