SIR MAPLE

SIR MAPLE

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Sir Maple towers majestically above me.
Flat on my back and leaves crunching deliciously into me, I'm immersed and inspired by the magnitude and beauty presiding over me.
Delicious endless blue sky and "beating down" sunshine.
I soak up the rays and a thousand thoughts are mine ... beneath Sir Maple.
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The lens changes through a simple positional turn;
it's extraordinary ... the possibility and wonder of it.
Why so many choose to look through the same lens in the same way day by day without a desire to alter it, is impossible for me to comprehend.
I'm not composed of a dormant nature though I've been told many are.
There is safety, after all, in knowing your colors.
Hmmm ...
I continue to turn the lens ... wondering at this environmental kaleidescope which wields the ability to transform and translate my soul to a thousand different places and provoke a thousand different things with just a turn.
Positional change.
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The crunch of leaves sounds off as I slightly turn my head inviting my senses to become fully engaged and involved. One hand lies flat agains the earth and the other holds a flaming red leaf.
The hues are remarkable:
Golden red, brilliant orange, and dusty green.
My fingers gently touch and trace the webbed lines ... and the strange remembrance of yesterdays meet me.
Emotions spill out ...
 Tears fall soft.
I feel so much.
 The smell of earth, wind, and nature sweeps through me along with a thousand memories, thoughts, and emotions buried tender and deep. This firm brush with nature never fails to bring into remembrance the things which have been made to hibernate and sleep.
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Fall provokes and brings into contrast the things which were with the things which are and the passages of contrast between:
Roads walked and roads blocked.
Paths taken and paths forsaken.
Friends released and friends deceased.
Loving hard and loving soft.
Holding on and letting go.
Old growth, new growth ... regrowth.
Forever changing.
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The influx and exchange of emotion in this particular season is different than all the rest for me. And I wonder if it is for you.
I choose not to ignore but to explore.
I know there will be more.
And in the Fall ... I feel these things.
Beneath Sir Maple.
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