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.
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