by Mary Ellen South
Oh, the glorious color!
Nature pours her paintbrush
Over each tree and scrub
Autumn arrives in all her glory.
Look up and see her blazing glory
The scarlet leaf of perfect form.
Should I pluck it from the tree
Or allow it to shine in full fire?
They bring such joy-
Those leaves of many colors.
But none more bold or piercing
Than the scarlet leaf.