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Sunday, November 8, 2009

Goodbye to My Japanese Maple

Last week, I looked through my kitchen window, and caught my breath. The morning sun focused on my huge Japanese Maple and set it afire with color. I dried the dishwater off my hands and ran for my little camera. I attempted to catch a few snapshots before the impartial sun drifted on. Although her leaves had already decorated the exhausted flower beds below, and the driveway alongside, there still remained a glorious display. It was as though she saved the best for the last, to say to me, "Remember this on cold winter days, and hold the warmth of my fire in your heart." I did something I haven't done since I was a child; I found a nearly perfect crimson leaf and pressed it with an iron between pieces of waxed paper. This is the promise that beauty will come to me again next year, but for now this tree, so generous with her loveliness, is tired and needs a long rest. This thought reminds me of a poem I wrote several years ago about the passing of Fall:

The Party's Over

The mountains wait, stone silent
for Fall to go about her business
and depart with some dignity.

For the hills are now weary
of the gaudy season's riot,
and long for Winter's housekeeping
winds to blow the crumbs of rattling,
faded leaves down to valleys below.

As a beauty longs to remove makeup
and retreat from admiration,
so, the mountains yearn to pull up
snowy blankets and sleep a dreamless
winter, having set the relentless
alarm clock of Spring.

5 comments:

Nancy Simpson said...

Carole. Wow! Your blog is beautiful, and I see you finally got your perfect "From my Window" shot.

I remember the day we took the blog workshop and sat side my side. Here we are a year later actually doing it. I will be checking by more often, I promise.

I enjoyed reading the post of the Japanese maple and your poem - an excellent poem.

Carole Richard Thompson said...

Gosh, Nancy, I'm thrilled you liked my latest post. That tree is the most rewarding thing in my yard, and I go out there and tell it so, quite often! I visited your blog, and all your photos are beautiful! Love the mole poem. Carole

Brenda Kay Ledford said...

Carole,
What a beautiful photo of the Japanese Maple. I love your poem and it is so true--housekeeping is just beginning when the leaves fall. Thanks for visiting my blog. Have a great weekend.

Jon H said...

Carole, really fine blogsite! Enjoyed your poem too. I have enjoyed the woods and seasons so much and you described with feeling some of those memories. Love ya, Jon

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