for e, who is away
these trees i see almost daily
on my walks, ordinary trees,
nothing to distinguish themselves
to my unseeing eyes, are
suddenly extraordinary. here,
in the late afternoon, the leaves,
both red and green sassafras,
catch the sunlight, are aglow.
i would call them christmas
colors, but the red leans too
closely to orange; still, close
enough to invite the image—
a breeze adds a light touch
of movement to the scene.
i cannot help but turn back
to catch another glimpse
as i head home (nor do i resist),
trying to secure the image.
there is a sense of other-worldliness
about it, a sense that although
this happens every autumn,
this sight is a once in a lifetime
event, and it is. i draw no conclusions,
have no significant insights, only
the desire to share the experience.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2023-10-15 at 04:25
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