I found the scarlet leaf in
My neighbor's yard
Underneath the maple tree.
So early, I thought,
so surprising on
the mat of deep, dark green.
I picked it up as the
Sun beat down on my hair
Making it warm and bright.
The red leaf is an epistle
From Autumn
Warning me of her arrival,
Always too soon for me.
Marsha Salerno
2020
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