Fifteen Seconds of Fame

Before autumn completely turns to winter, I want to capture a moment in time as noted in a prior poem.

Fifteen Seconds of Fame

On a gray October morning

with northwest winds shifting

the contours of the sky,

the east sun emerges

through an aperture in the clouds,

spotlights a yellow drenched elm

for a fleeting few seconds

before the cover closes

and the leaves turn to fool's gold.

Marilyn Aschoff Mellor