
Is there anything more wonderful
than the moment
when the sun peeks out
from behind dark, rain-laden clouds
transforming in an instant
a grey world
into something quite magical?
Is there anything more pleasing
than the sight
of dark green trees
bathed in golden light
against a cinereal sky
casting ephemeral shadows
on wet concrete?
Is there anything more touching
than a naked stripling tree
braving a mighty wind
that fells the stoutest oak or holly
fighting to hold on
to that one last leaf
autumn left it?