Today I chanced upon a sumac leaf
Among the scattered ingots on the ground
So red, it was almost beyond belief
Too beautiful to waste within a mound,
I plucked it from the sod and brought it back
To my domesticated domicile
And stuck it at the bottom of a stack
Of books to let it flatten for a while.
The changes seem to come more frequently
As every day is shorter than the last
And I know there is no way I can stall
That tell-tale splash of fleeting vibrancy
Which quickly fades, compelling me to stash
A colorful reminder of the fall.
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