A Carpet of Gold

Just ‘round the corner, A carpet of gold, From the branches of ginkgos, Was there to behold. The lovely-shaped leaves Also covered some cars, So you couldn’t tell Hondas From sleek Jag-u-ars. I waded through piles, Their yellow so bright That all who walked by Got a dose of delight. In a matter of days, Nature’s vacuum will sweep All that carpet away, Likely while we’re asleep.