Even if something is left undone, everyone must take some time to sit and watch the leaves turn.*
Hello from a very dreich Kingsville. This will be my first time joining in on the Festival of Leaves and I’m really happy to do so. I can’t wait to see everyone’s colourful images. Here in southwestern Ontario, not many leaves have changed just yet. On our front lawn we have a beautiful, native, Red Maple, usually one of the first to change, but so far this year, there are only three, very small, flashes of colour.
First Flash of Red
The world outside is soft and gray,
With autumn stepping through the trees,
Though I must stay indoors today,
A sudden light floats on the breeze.
Right there upon the quiet lawn,
Against a fading coat of green,
A brilliant cloak of red is drawn,
Framed neatly by the window screen.
The scarlet leaves, so sharply clear,
Hold beads of rain like morning dew,
Bringing the wild woods very near,
To warm our garden with their hue.
I do not need to walk the lane,
To find a spark of sacred grace;
It meets me through the windowpane,
And brightens up this quiet space.
Thanks to Dawn both for setting up this delightful weekly prompt, and for being so welcoming to us newcomers. Please take a moment to read her post; to learn all about this lovely festival, and to see her superb image — you’ll be glad you did, promise:
’Til next time, y’all…
Red Maple (Acer rubrum)
*Elizabeth Lawrence, American garden designer.
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