Fall now, and the trees are lovely. Some streets hold nothing but hardwoods turned gold, and some play host to only Crimson King maples. But most of the city is flooded with a mix of vibrant autumn hues, and steadfast evergreens act as the perfect foil. A beautiful time in the Northland.
Black Sheep
I fretted for the tamaracks, naively.
Patches of yellowed pines
dropping needles on October breezes.
A study of struggle in sepia, wasteland
tableaus within evergreen forests.
Searching for bark beetles or blight,
I thumbed my Field Guide, discovered
instead, a fibster, a faker, a mocker,
and the truth of this imagined disaster.
Come autumn these trees
follow a beat of their own - shed bowties,
cummerbunds and all, unlike stately cousins,
and much to the family's chagrin.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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