On a familiar road I stood
And scanned the trees for gilded wood;
No crimson, orange or scarlet here.
“We’ve missed Fall’s flame”, I thought, I feared.
I’ve come this far, I might as well
Continue on this road. Can’t tell
Where some unweathered, sheltered stand
Might have been brushed by Frost’s cold hand.
Past alders, pines and spruce I drove,
‘Til round a bend, a poplar grove!
Ablaze with gold, and tangerine
And bright persimmon leaves were seen!
Finally, I’d found one place
Where Autumn showed her finest face.
But, wait — what’s that, in the bushes there?
We startled each other, me and the deer.
Neither of us moved a muscle,
The only sound, the gentle rustle
Of chilled wind shaking poplar leaves.
One…more…shot before I breathe.
Eye met eye, and shutter clicked,
Then back to the forest, the white tail flicked.
The road grew quiet and serene —
And left me to ponder this golden dream.
© 2009 Nancy J. Bond
Please join in and post your photos of the fall colour in your area. Visit Dave to learn more about the project, and to see some of the gorgeous Autumn finery already entered.