Dazzle

There's a spot in my back yard where I can look about 500 feet southeast and see a maple tree that stands in a yard on the street leading toward the canyon. It is the only tree in the neighborhood that has as yet turned vivid autumnal colors. This evening I watched glow it until it lost the light of the setting sun and turned dark itself. The moon emerged among the scattered clouds and I listened to the falling leaves of my oak and walnut trees rustle as they fell.

There are distant rumblings of thunder tonight, and there might be a bit more rain later. For now it is still and placid, and I keep thinking of that small pond about half a mile beyond the colorful maple tree. I don't know why. Perhaps it is envy of the calm, reflective surface of it that I keep picturing in my mind's eye.


( Sunday Verse )