Somewhere there's a maple tree
that caught the afternoon sun and
cast a spell on me.
Lured me near.
On my way to the leafy carpet laid out beneath her branches
I read an important looking sign
which said that I was standing on the site
of Paul Revere's capture.
I glanced from the sign,
to the tree...
to my feet and back to the tree.
Was this tree here that night?
Did she hear the "One if by land, Two if by sea" warning?
As I wondered,
I wandered under the branches
and soon found myself lying on the ground with the leaves.
This was my quintessential fall moment.
the fresh air and musty leaf smell
a bit of history