YELLOW LEAVES

        

Coming back from the Library, arms full of bo0ks, I saw a single
yellow leaf in front of my feet. It was so beautiful on a day of
wind and rain and freezing cold..

YELLOW LEAVES

Before morning,
All the yellow leaves
Had tumbled
To the ground.

All those crumpled lives
Straightened out.
The long beauty
Plain for all to see.

There’s something about
Dark hours,
Unexpected sunshine,
The stoicism of love

That fills us
With thankfulness
And hope for the future.

Like children painting
Rainbows
On empty houses.

     ©2025 Gwen Grant