This year the trees are wild with color
Trees that go from green to tan each year
Drop their dull dead leaves and stand bare
This year are brilliant reds and yellows
Explosions of color all over town
But this is California in winter
Not New England in the fall
What brought this opulent display?
The early frost perhaps
Conferred this gift of color
A gift not likely to come again
Until some other year of early frost
Brings autumn in December
