All it takes is one. I went to the creek to see whether
any colorful leaves remained, if any had fallen
into the creek to show themselves like bright jewels
against the creek bed. The moss is heavy this year, like green
velvet to show off the crystal ripples of the water.
Then I saw it, a brown leaf face down against the rocks,
its ribs delineated by the bright sun.
A plainer beauty, but beauty just the same.