autumn leaves litter our yard. no -- not litter.
autumn leaves blanket our yard, putting the grass to bed with a second skin. a dead skin. cells sloughed and scattered by the wind. look at the colors, i say. (every leaf is brown). (but look, dark brown light brown russet golden dirt, backsides different from the front sides). (see the veins?)
i want to find a yellow one. it's only oaks around here. i don't see any yellow. (she will be disappointed.)
but then, there. she finds one. tiny. don't step on it. she takes it inside.
here i am at the end of the day. i rethink and rewind and what what what can i write about, all that brown. but there it is. something yellow.
i close my fist around it and take it with me, to bed.