Incorrigible

September and some trees already manifest a color change. The contrast with their summer-green neighbors invariably grabs my attention whether here in the Cities or up north as the forest takes it first steps towards autumn.

Such a tree in my own yard captivated me daily with its beauty and a sense of autonomy a few years back. Enough to leave me with a lasting impression.



Incorrigible


In my backyard
breathes a young maple
who streaked a solitary branch
crimson red.

Tosses it
to contrast her birthright green.
Flounces her defiance
before old firs and hardwoods.

Not for her
the group makeover in October,
marching lockstep to winter.

Rather, a rebel's sauciness
before shortened days and north winds
bend her will.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor