My centuries old oak tree flexed her muscles today. I have
been watching her for weeks now… waiting for her sign. The large glossy acorns
have been falling like hail for a month or so in anticipation of her next
cycle.
Her leaves have been fighting against the cool evenings and
the afternoon rains. The shiny green shadows that stand over my rooftop have
softened into a mixture of olive greens and soft brown. She relaxes her
intentions… the wind takes her leaves as she releases them at her will.
She knows I’m watching her. She smiles upon me as I inspect
her… as I have through the years. She only teases with wisps of leaves, but we
both know what is coming. The browns of late fall will be her sign to me.
I will toil for my friend and rake her leaves into piles. I
will sweep around the drive and I will blow the leaves from the roof. But for
now, we look upon each other in the misty dusk and ready ourselves for another
day.
Shannon
R Killman
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