Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:
We lost it in a wicked June storm. Thankfully, it didn’t land on the house when it blew over.
It was my favorite tree to photograph as Fall arrived because its color was spectacular. Our yard still looks naked without it.
Resplendent in your dress of gold,
Lifting your arms to the birds of the air.
Tall and proud, stunning and bold,
Never a worry, never a care.
Oh maple tree touched by the sun,
Are you aware that one day soon
Your leaves will drop and you’ll be bare?
That snows and bitter winds will come
Bringing silence and quiet as winter’s tune.
Do you know, or do you care?
Note: This is written as a Horatian Ode, a poem with meter and rhyme, praising a person, animal, or object. The “object” is a Sugar Maple photographed in late afternoon sunlight.