Beautiful Death
Bright and beautiful colors,
Here for a season.
Red, yellow, and orange,
To die is the reason.
Why beauty last for a season?
I don't really know.
Lovely sight for a week,
Leaves die and don't grow.
I want to photograph the tree,
At the end of the road.
But I never have my camera,
To give the oak its ode.
I look forward to next fall,
When again it beckons me.
The beauty for a week,
I long to see.......
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2008
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