When Autumn arrives, I look for perfectly colored leaves and display them on a certain table in my house. I love many kinds, revel in the golden aspen display we have in Colorado, but nothing takes the place of those vivid, crimson maple trees, of which we have few. They do not like our climate very much, and need TLC in order to grow. If someone has nurtured a maple's growth, it becomes a destination. We can say things like, have you seen that tree over on 28th Avenue? And if so, the other will exclaim, Yes, I have, think it's better this year than last!
My photos today are from a trip to the Boston area with my students, crossing the old North Bridge near Concord, Massachusetts, and from outside my old house by a line of aspen. My poem is written in tribute to all the falling leaves of October; how beautiful they are!
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