refections on the water
I have realised there is a sequence to the vanishing of the autumn colour.
First the maples lose their leaves in the early autumn winds. The next will be the poplars, now glowing with banana colours. The oak leaves, ruddy and slick with reds and oranges, will succumb by late October. Tamarack, a deciduous conifer, will lose its amber needles in early November. The beech trees will keep their ochre, papery leaves all through the winter, finally losing them in spring when the new leaves emerge.
This past weekend, we found some maples still in autumn garb. At Watty Brook, flowing into McDougall Lake in south-west New Brunswick, at least one maple has taken longer than most to lose its leaves. At its sheltered location in the low valley of the brook, the tree has eluded the winds. It was reflected clearly in the brook, and its orange and gold were captured in the rocks showing through the tea-coloured water.
In spite of the movement of the water, the tree was reflected in all its splender.
in the millstream
~
upstream
deer are drinking
and the raindrops
swell the running
this I know
from bubbles
rising
~
I am a rock
in the millstream
seasons and freshets
have smoothed
my edges
~
once I met the water
a cleaver
divisive
now I ask the water
to flow
around me
~
© Jane Tims 2003
nichepoetryandprose 
Jane, I admire your wisdom in this poem…also glad you have a special gallery for your pencil drawings. Beautiful photos. We saw a rainbow over Lake Michigan as the sun set the other night–had not seen this before. Ellen
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Ellen Grace Olinger
October 22, 2011 at 6:14 pm
Hi Ellen.One thing about blogging, I find I pay more attention to what I see when I go anywhere. A rainbow and sunset at the same time is worthy of notice. Glad you like my ‘gallery’. Jane
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jane tims
October 23, 2011 at 7:51 am