Off to school with sharpened promises.
Seeking a simple space reserved for me.
Oh how I wished and waited, loved and prayed.
May I have a pleasant dream, a morning full of breezes?
Now and then a glance my way, shooting light through a hidden shard.
How I wanted to pursue you--
Where was that spark inside my soul,
Whispering through the painted leaves--
“I love you”
“You can count on me”
Late in the dead afternoon I crawled
Up the boulder bunched against a foothill.
I don’t remember why, not now.
I remember the achy feeling though,
And the shallow, predictable demise of it all,
After those compass-free days,
What buried treasure touched the fire,
What silky agent pierced the boundary line?
The narrow roadway, white and chalked,
Hemming the highland summer meadow,
Could I forget those stars, however misaligned?
Would I delete that edgeless, radiant, holographic night;
Could I forget you, and would I live a single day?
I had a day with so many disparate activities to do, one after the other. None of them involved going to a park or even a mudpuddle. I did take a taxi and a bus and a train and a purposeful walk. Somehow, it's just not the same.
Did I accomplish something? What an unusual question.
I know who accomplished something, and it's whoever made it over this fence, that's who!
There’s something about a mud-puddle. They fascinate me, since they appear to be immortal. People pile on the dirt and sod, the gravel and the asphalt. Laying in wait, however, is the soul of a puddle. Who could resist a swim in a puddle? Not a sparrow, not a puppy, not a leaf.
There are times when I cannot maneuver anymore and can’t think what to do. It comes and goes, thank goodness. I have an old friend. Time goes by without a word, then bang! There we are, back in the youth of memory. So what I do is pause.
Fall is a time for the beauty of transition. It flares and sparks and smolders away-- quietly, slowly, leaf by leaf.
I found another leaf, and I refer to my Tree Field Guide for the Metropolitan Area. This probably isn’t a tricky leaf for an experienced leaf-ologist, but I have my guide and I look carefully.
chapter: Leaves alternately arranged, simple, lobed: Group 13.
I find a similarly shaped leaf. “Alternate, oval or oblong 2 1/2 to 5 inch leaves [check], with 11 or more shallow to deep triangular or oblong lobes [check, 14 lobes, Check, triangular]. Central main vein [check] with secondary veins extending to lobe tips [check!]; lustrous, dark green above, downy below.
Lustrous, Downey, Oh yes. Check! I have a tiny remnant of a Turkey Oak. Here's a picture. It's of an amber one, since today it is fall.