Already I miss the trees’ green leaves that offered their shade from the blistering sun’s summer heat.
Yet, I am in awe of the beauty of the reds, oranges, yellows, and even browns that blend in together to beautify the landscape. They present a scene that is unforgettable but lasts too brief a time.
My thoughts turn to winter’s chill and a landscape devoid of color other than the white snow and the dark green of the pine trees. As all poets do, I long for spring and all its beauty and hope returning.
But, I fear not, for the trees with faith, have set their buds for spring.