Yellow

Yellow

It was a gray

and stormy afternoon.

The maples had gone bare.

Wrapped inside a raincoat,

rubber boots,

I trudged across a field

of stale damp weeds,

when up ahead

one yellow tree remained.

I stood alone

beneath its branches

lemon colored sky

and listened

to the rain.

(c) 2013 Jan Darrow

Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season

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