Listless and leafless stands the tree outside; <br />It is an autumn. <br />Listless and graceless sleeps my wife; <br />She is in her autumn. <br />I see the apples yielded by the tree; <br />They are red and fresh. <br />I see the daughters delivered by her; <br />They are lash and fresh. <br />The tree doesn’t look barren. <br />So is my wife to me. <br />Her green shades from her yellow. <br />23.07.2008<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-yellow-must-remind-of-its-green/
