A trusting little leaf of green, <br /> A bold audacious frost; <br />A rendezvous, a kiss or two, <br /> And youth for ever lost. <br /> Ah, me! <br /> The bitter, bitter cost. <br /> <br />A flaunting patch of vivid red, <br /> That quivers in the sun; <br />A windy gust, a grave of dust, <br /> The little race is run. <br /> Ah, me! <br /> Were that the only one.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fallen-leaf/
