The Yellow Leaf

(( Was on the bus today and I looked out of the corner of my eye to see something(s) very yellow, and found it to be leaves on a tree, lol. How wonderful. They were yellow, then I got thinking on that song called, "Yellow" by Coldplay, which I want to listen to now that I'm talking about it. But anyway, I decided I was going to write a poem about a yellow leaf, and so here it is! ^~^ ))

The yellow leaf
got October’s call,
and cleared its throat
to make the fall.

It crinkled its body
one more time,
and to the clouds
it made the climb.

One by one
it cut each hair
of wood that lay
so sadly bare.

In the parting
the tree did mark
the leaf with its
sweet-sap bark.

Then the wind
pulled it tighter,
and the leaf
became much lighter.

It made peace
with old-June,
but wished it hadn’t
left so soon.

Down it came
like crinkling snow,
the deepest cold
it would never know.

It hummed goodbye-
though the song was brief-
and that was the life of
the yellow leaf.