The juxtaposition of the golden maple with this gray November sky-
the leaves illuminated, not by light
not by anything other than the contrast between her and the ashen curtain in front of which she stands.
Like this long ride through the country to see you.
The fear of what lies ahead.
The sadness of what is.
Perhaps it is the contrast between what I see
and what I feel
that makes this landscape so beautiful
that makes these trees so magical
that brings the awareness that in the darkness
there is light.