IMG_0843This is that special time of year when a particular species of maple- I wish I could share with you which one, but TBH I’m not sure – turns a sunny yellow shade. A few years back, I tried to write a poem about it, and only came up with four lines. However, those four lines have stuck with me; to date, it’s the only poem of my own that I’ve memorized, and it comes back to me every year at this time, like a half-remembered children’s song…


Golden carpet on the ground
looks like sunshine all around.
Golden leaves on golden trees,
when the wind blows, golden breeze.