Out From Within the Shadow

Once they've turned from green to brown

they're then ready to fall down,

causing those in town to frown

and be called an nasty noun.

Some of them a shade of gold,

creating a blanket from the coming cold.

The roots and seedlings they enfold

until the time they mulch to mould.

Other's being a fiery red.

A shrub so bright before they shed,

one last blast before they bed.

These are the ones that turn my head.

They can be a cause to stop the trains.

They may also block the drains.

They become a lot of people's pains;

to keep on top being their main gains.

Although the fact, that just remains,

is they look so pretty down country lanes.