The ivy leaves, (behind the shed),
Turned bright and blushed a rosy red.
Bit by the frost they sobered down,
And now can show but russet-brown.
Another frost and they will fall,
And there will be no leaves at all.
Thus down, through scarlet, gray, and dun,
The earth will fall into the sun.
(Philip Henry Savage)
More Poetry from Philip Henry Savage:
- Solitude (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- Anadyomene (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- The Hedgerow (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- "I Left The City" (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- Near The White Ledge, Sandwich, N. H. (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- The Song-Sparrow (Philip Henry Savage Poems)