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