(written last month)
thursday’s work at my desk
demands the whole of my focus
when my eye is called toward tall, regal trees
that gently lean
outside my window
reluctantly at first, then deeply bow
they give up their hold
scatter color-splashed leaves
caught by the crisp september wind
their renegade flight of abandon
time stops
I am riveted
watching this enchanting dance
joy
awe
yes
they fall from my sight
and gently land
to paint their beautiful red-golden carpet
upon my driveway
I hear their coming promise of autumn
when many more like them will fall
and i will don my sweater
to herd them into a pile
but not today, I decide
I smile, whisper a prayer of thanks
and return to my work
it will happen very soon…
meanwhile, I will watch the dance.