on leaving
i keep thinking about leaves
and how the true hue of a tree
is finally seen in autumn
the leaves final move
before going dormant for the winter
is to show you who she really is
the lush, green spines of a Japanese maple
turn fiery red
(such a sassy move before sleep)
while the giant oak
transforms its verdant canopy
for luminescence in shades of gold
what if everyone became truthful in their final days?
if Grandpa, resting his head in the easy chair
turns to you suddenly, with a twinkle in his eye
and says:
i’ve always had a penchant for Spanish soap operas…
don’t tell your grandmother.
Always,
Emily
P.S. go outside
Colours are the triumph of autumn, for sure. But man it counts for more in the PNW—it just does. It’s so much better there. Enjoy it for me!
Ah to be free to be that renaissance man.😎True colors indeed, I too am enlivened by the transition God puts before us every year at this time. Its like he’s saying “wait for it”.