another poem by jason

The Yellowed Leaf

A Yellowed leaf, among the first to see the warbling's nests that lifted lilting song- whose wings have longsince primed and sailed along,is now almost forgottenby her tree.
See her sheen fade, see her hue subside. Below, thelovers' laughter lessens. Each green grass blade insuccession,by the sun is browned and dried.
Already, amber-orange leaves fall aground.Some werebuds when she was full in bloom. The winter will atlast lay all entombed,and every branch, with icybreath, enshroud.
Sunny days so few only remain. Her veteran veinshave knit an evening shawl. The yellowed leaf isbared; her siblings fall.One cherished season left toentertain.