A flower in the fall has withered
The colors that breathed so free,
For summer songs are now all flown
And lifeless's each bloom and tree.
Now winter's comes in colored gray
As gloomy clouds above are flying,
I can't forget a bloom from fall
And see it still as it lay dying.
When the warmth will come again
With spring bosoms green and right,
I'll remember that withered bloom
That gave yesteryear's colors bright.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flower-in-the-fall-from-shorter-poems/
