There were any number of trees with gorgeous Autumn leaves in the neighborhood two weeks ago - like this one near Union County's Freedom Rock. But the wind has been having its way with them and they are nearly bare now. As with all of life, we must enjoy it while we can.
The tree that has held my attention recently is this one on the far side of the hill. Before this fall, I hadn't noticed it at all.
It is those tippy top branches with their smattering of leaves. How are they holding on? Why are they holding on? Every morning, as the light comes up, I glance out the window -- still there.
I am intrigued.
Song for Autumn
By Mary Oliver
Don't you imagine the leaves dream now
how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of the air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees, especially those with
mossy hollows, are beginning to look for
the birds that will come -- six, a dozen -- to sleep
inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
stiffens and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its long blue shadows. The wind wags
its many tails. And in the evening
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
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