Uttered By My Father, A Haiku Comments

My father liked to make observations about beautiful things he saw. After first frost, maples display crimson, orange or yellow leaves, but like gaudy clothes they are quickly shed. After oak leaves turn brown they remain on the tree for a long time. On some trees their color is butternut or light tan; on some a muted bronze; on others they have a deep chestnut color. My father noticed the subtle variations. I owe my aesthetic sense to him.