Today I Must Look
Red leaf, the color hard to describe
When I look closely there are many variations
Some tart red
Some wine
Some in transition, red to wine
Like the miracle
Too soon the red will change to clay brown
And so today I must look
And tomorrow, in the midst of winter
When the brown seems muddy and old
I must remember
The red is there, too
These leaves hold on tightly
Waiting, waiting all winter
Until the new growth comes
And releases them
They take flight and become
The soil that feeds all color
Steph,
ReplyDeleteI love your writing here.
The images created are a delight.
Wonderful poem. Takes after Mom!
ReplyDeleteWish this tree were nearby. My husband was disappointed in our fall because he didn't see many pretty red leaves! (I don't guess I did either, but I like the golds just fine.)
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