The colors range from quite discreet to bold:
Some artists, canvas shirking, paint the tree
As night, seducing cool, ere courting cold,
E'en makes, of hot romance, a travesty.
Amazing Beauty nearly blinds the eye
That dotes on geese who callagraph the "V",
Or what, when noted, too, may justify
E'en time well spent on what some god would see.
But Winter longs to powder Beauty's cheek:
He'd make the vivid colors pallid white,
Or else betray what Beauty lovers seek,
To what, so oft, is symbolized by night.
The brilliant colors linger for a while,
And connoisserurs of Beauty, looking, smile.