It's the last to change
and this year
I didn't think it would.
As the hillsides
turned fiery,
this tree outside
my kitchen window
stayed green. Summer
in autumn. Watermelon
rind green. Other leaves
drifted to the ground
creating multicolored
quilts but outside
my kitchen July
stubbornly held on.
Then one morning
I noticed a slight
yellowing along
the edges. Amid
the bare branches
of other trees
this maple turned
pineapple. A warm
sunrise. A treasure
chest of gold doubloons.
And this last day
of October
it illuminates
the snowflakes
swirling in the air.
What a gorgeous tree! I love to watch the leaves change color, too! Sounds like perfect timing to me. :)
ReplyDeleteSnowflakes of colour..I was looking out my window watching the leaves blow earlier and your words summed it up perfectly..your tree is something special though..Jae
ReplyDeletenice poem and a great take on the prompt. awesome picture..I miss the changing leaves
ReplyDeleteLovely picture with the perfect words to accompany it. A delight.
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