There it was

Clear as light.

Sometime in the

Night, it —

Fell down.

And all around,

Crisp

Brown-taupe forms

Curled in

On themselves—-

With yellow parts

Untouched,

While others

Mottled to the sight,

Clearly died

In the morning

Plight of Autumn leaves.

There it was,

Bright green—-

Echo of Spring