As I watch I wonder
Do trees become irritated and bothered?
As the wind howls against them
Hurls them this way and that
Their branches creak and dry
And their leaves break free of their summer home
Falling to the floor creating a colourful pathway
A crackling carpet beneath our boots
Through this windowed door,
Though I am trapped inside for now,
I watch the colours change
A graduation of beauty
The greens to oranges and pinks
Some a darker shade of mauve
Those stubborn Evergreens
With their memories and promise of spring
Stand firm against the chilling wind and rain
As if an olive branch of peace
Extended to remind of warmer climates to come
Teasing yet hoping
A bright contrast against the newly white sky
The density of hurrying clouds
Sometimes parting to reveal a paler blue
And although this spectacular spectrum
Tells tale that a cold winter is near
I can’t help but eagerly look forward
As more visual flavours are sure to appear
Charlotte Gardiner - September 2009
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