Fallen Colors Poem by Gero Lorna

Growth & strength
stands before me
so calm & undisturbed.
From the highest branch
(those short & long)
occupied by many.
Small birds; one, two,
three so many
slowly falling between plenty.
Each color in its own
way provokes positive
remembrance. Red, your
creamy lipstick, an emotion
a dress.
A natural development
has occured with no
delay or interruption.
This periodic change
a beautiful captivation
for what's to come.
Fallen colors marks the end
of a stage and the
beginning of another.