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.