Frames

The yellow leaf is not an autumn leaf before falling to the camera frame. When inside the frame it will not fall off like the painted leaf of O’Henry last.

The gold of it rises from pure sunrise of the balcony’s shadows yet to form, birds forming to wake sleeping house. And when they do they are vague vain v’s painted in the gold of a dawn’s new-sky.

Just juxtapose yellow leaf with paper,the paper of a pink flower trembling as in deep awe before a passing breeze. You now have this pink plus yellow frame in slightly inebriated morning sky without its native hues of resolution.