Autumn leaves, one of nature’s great gifts.
A given gift without the task of asking or doing.
A gift for the taking, if we choose to look.
Brilliant yellows, oranges, and reds glow on this overcast,
gray, autumn day from across the fields of corn and soybean.
Autumn in the mid-west.
Some appear luminescent and even neon from afar.
Beckoning our attention.
Beckoning us to stop
Beckoning us to look.
“Do not pass us by!
Look! We are here in nature’s glory!”
A gift for you.
A gift for human kind.
A gift, if you choose to take it.
My poem this week has been inspired by a trip to our cabin in Northern Wisconsin. Yesterday, we drove the backroads to a hiking trail converted from an old railway bed. The name of the trail is the Hiawatha Trail. We picked it up in Tomahawk, Wisconsin and walked over old iron trestle bridges that crossed the Wisconsin River. The Hiawatha trail traverses flat forested land with oaks, maples, and birth scattered among a variety of coniferous trees.
Naturally, I took many photographs. Near the edges of the trail, where the sun visits regularly in the summer, the common milkweed plants had turned bright yellow matching the smaller, serrated leaves of the tall birch whose white trunk appeared more stark than ever again the fall kaleidoscope of colors deeper into the forest. No longer were green and brown the only colors on parade. Vibrant orange, palmate leaves of the maple and deep red of the oak, reminiscent of a fragrant glass of merlot attracted my gaze. The ferns, normally so verdant and lush, again at the trail edge, appeared brittle and brown but still standing tall so as to proclaim their toughness during a changing season.
Autumn is my favorite season. I cannot imagine not living where there isn’t a chance to view the deciduous trees responding to nature’s signals to change and fall. Autumn contains one of nature’s most vibrant displays of beauty. Humans have a chance to enjoy this glorious gift, if we only stop long enough to do so.
Today is Poetry Friday! Our host for the round up is Joan Rush MacCulloch! She has a beautiful new website where links to our poems and poetry musings can be found! Be sure to check it out! Thank you, Joan!