Color

Bright, brilliant, flames
  caught in the breeze,
Come to rest at your door.
  a variety of shades.
Spinning, flowing, being
  gazed upon while they
Stay or drop. A piece of
  art in your hand.
All dying, but they go 
  in their own blaze
Of glory. Set in the landscape
  just for you to capture.
Only there for a moment
  so take it in and be.
Because soon they'll be
  gone and you'll have
To wait for another fall
  to gaze on this palette.