True Colors

Fall is nearing in Central Indiana and as the leaves are just beginning to change, I am reminded of this poem.  This was written during the time of seasons changing in 2016.


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I was driving home one evening and, while stopped at a traffic light, a solitary bright yellow leaf drifted by and landed near my car. There were no trees nearby and I had no idea where it had come from.  What eventually became the title of the poem popped into my head as I pondered that lone leaf and continued driving home.

We all marvel at the beauty in a diverse display of colorful fall foliage.  Greater beauty comprised of colorful diversity.  Hmmm…..seems the trees are sending a repeated message each and every year some fail to see.



Autumn is near