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
From: Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season
Available on Amazon
photo: Pixabay
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