Summer. Gone so fast.
We wear long sleeves; we don’t swim.
No beach, no peaches.
We cursed your heat, but don’t feel
Hurt, summer; soon we’ll hate cold.
(A belated and close-to-home response to last week’s Where’s My Backpack travel theme.)
Three months now, and its been so cold.
So much cold. We’re tired of cold.
Spring should come soon, or so we’re told
But it’s still cold. We’re tired of cold.
But maybe there’s hope, at last, today.
Flowers are a good sign, they say,
Though crocuses bloom even when it’s cold.
November, by the woman who loves spring
Air burns cold. Dark comes
soon, stays long. Waiting – green
sprouts, soft air. Waiting.
Posted in Poems, Seasons
Back after missing a week, and how the world has changed!
When I first discovered Festival of Leaves, it still looked almost like summer around here. That was then.
The last maple leaf of fall, hiding against its background of pine needles.
Some nice yellows…
…and some bright reds.
The willow oak that was so determined to stay green? It’s showing a lot of yellow now.
Even so, there are still some green leaves to see. And some snow. Yes, that’s what the white streaks across the tree trunk are. 😦 It didn’t amount to anything, but it’s ominous.
My first “real” Festival of Leaves post went up a week ago yesterday. For the fifth week of the Festival, let’s see how my part of the world has changed in a week…
This tree is beginning to change color – the top is red-orange, but the lower leaves are still green.
The maple tree from last week’s post is mostly orange, and starting to shed leaves noticeably.
This pin oak has largely given up for the winter. It’s nearly bare, and the remaining leaves are all a dull tan.
But last week’s willow oak, growing about forty feet from the pin oak, is still nearly as green as the first time you saw it.
…at 7:40 this morning, flaming and glowing, too bright to look at directly.
The days keep getting shorter.
Posted in Photos, Seasons
(My second Festival of Leaves post for the fourth week of the Festival – tracking what the world looks like as winter stalks closer and closer.) How far into fall are we, here a few miles east of Philadelphia?
Some trees are starting to get serious about turning color…
…while others are holding on to their summer green.