The sunlight pierces the leaves just so and crafts globules
of quartz and glass that glint off the once verdant leaves, now scarlet, russet,
and cadmium yellow. Nature’s alchemy has bleached away the chlorophyll-filled
cells and allowed the secret colors underneath to reveal themselves. The leaves
flutter fiercely like signal flags warning of the coming coolness. But for now
the stand of trees is royal, trumpeting proudly that this is fall and they are
autumn. Other surrounding trees have not been so blessed. Their leaves transmute
and slay the brightness. They convert the sunlight into brown and mottled
forms, which will soon dejectedly separate from their lifeblood and fling
themselves to the ground, becoming one with the earth. The trees, bright or
brown, young or old, will all winter over with us, in sturdy determination,
remembering the delicious summer and transformational fall.
Marsha H.
Oct. 25, 2019
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