As lightning racing among raindrops
Autumn flashed through my hand,
Brilliant in its moment
Now taking a seat in my stand.
A week ago I absorbed her balms.
I fell in with the maple's alms,
Grand before old oaks and elms.
Oranges, yellows, reds and browns
Dancing as though trees were clowns.
Dragged into the never of November
Too soon too late I will to walk it back.
But the leaves have fallen!
The snow geese above are callin'
While the sun pours through the limbs,
And children practice Christmas hymns.
I'm grasping now for Autumn
As she is falling asleep.
My camera rests on circling waves
Stirred by the last of falling leaves.
Their reflections and ripples wave farewell.
And if leaves could cry,
Oh the stories they would tell!
Through the Woods is a weekly nature photo column by Aaron Horrell. Find this column at semissourian.com to order a reprint of the photo. Find more work by Aaron at The Painted Wren Gallery.