
Ashland Cemetery in the fall
In my free time — in between filing stories on the H1N1
virus or the Planning Commission or crowded classrooms — I like to write about
things that would never make the front page. A fall leaf, for example. Imagine:
“Breaking news: A leaf on a maple tree at the intersection of Helman and North
Main streets turned red this morning, as it prepared for its descent off the
tree, which is readying for winter.”
So here’s an odd, just-written, somewhat-scrappy poem about that
very leaf.
The leaf
held by a stem to a tall tree
turning from green
to a deeper shade
the same
but not quite
the same shade
as the other leaves
like flames
and now the wind
or the branch
— no: the leaf —
is alive
and it
falls
free
for seconds.
Think of that when someone says
life is short.
I’m confident lots of you can come up with better leaf poems. Send
in your verses by posting them in the comments section below or e-mailing them to
hguzik@dailytidings.com.
Photo from Ashland Daily Photo blog.