The Exception

It was a dry year.
Dust clinging to leaves
covering trees in shrouds
so apt for Halloween.

Brilliant maple reds
took on a muted tone.
Most turned dull brown
falling early to thirsty soil.

But one shone bright.
A prince among the masses.
Its yellow banners waving
a bright good bye till Spring.

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