Escape

A Poem by CajunPoet

Yellow

Has spilled onto the leaves of trees,
Each waiting to be whisked away
in the gusts of a winter storm.

Though Gold sunlight is shining bright
Only the yellow stays behind,
It's stain taints the world before me.

Memories lost in piles of leaves,
I turns way from the shadows,
Suddenly my light can be found.

Colors overtake the opaque
Yellow mask the world tries to wear,
Illuminating what remains.