(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

A Fallen Leaf

A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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The brilliance of Ella Wheeler Wilcox.One of my favourites by my favourite poet. You never really died Ella, You live on eternally through your magnificent prose. I and many, many more miss you.
An awesome write and that too rich in rhyme, rhythm and philosophy about life.
Great write, , , , I like it
little race is run, good one
So wonderful read a poem on a Leaf! A flaunting patch of vivid red, That quivers in the sun; A windy gust, a grave of dust, The little race is run. Ah, me! Were that the only one.
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