Overnight, two maples on the far side of the road have begun to go orange. And between me and them, a small pale spider with her tiny prey.
red maple
Saturday March 28, 2009
Dark morning. The fox squirrel’s tail flickers orange from the back of the big red maple whose buds have swollen into dime-sized stoplights.
Sunday April 13, 2008
Jurassic silhouettes of wild turkeys against the brown and green field. A cold rain. Maple blossoms glow orange and scarlet in the woods.