- Fist Full of Sparrows
Our backyard maples are skeletal now. It happened in that sudden way that means I haven’t been paying attention.
I know they flushed to gold about two weeks ago. Emma called me to the window, and we stared at them together for a minute. They can seem incandescent in those early yellow days, like we don’t really need to turn the lights on inside at dusk.
I may have seen a leaf or two take a turn downward. There was that day I worked at the kitchen table and watched so many drifting free. Some of them sailed, some turned in tight circles. One I watched fall and catch itself on a lower branch.
And now today these trees are mostly empty.
Today, too, is word of loss. 48 dead in the California Camp Fire. This was the news that woke me this morning on my radio alarm. (more…)