Magical Maple

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?

I wondered.

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 leaves

the light

the colors

the fresh air and musty leaf smell

a bit of history

and

of course

my camera

Joining Tamar for
The Good. The Random. The Fun.
and Kat for her
Writer's Workshop