A shambling leaf is called a 'brose'
its shade - although not red
Is tinted with an orange glow -
No petals at its head
Oft used as decoration not -
Nor valentine bouquets
Or ever stocked at merchant shops
For celebration days
It can't be found on greeting cards
or placed with drinks of wine -
It won't be called a work of art
Expressing love divine -
A 'brose' is found on empty streets
and scattered over graves
They dance and sing to flowing breeze
Though piled and kept away
Yet when I walk on nature paths
A 'brose' will always show
And with a wave it bows its bract
To watch me as I go -
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Fashionably Tired These Days
PoetryA poem book for those strange fellows in need of some comfort.
