Noticing

My friend Margie at Resurrection Fern has been documenting her glorious fall in southern Canada in visual poetry. In one of her recent posts, she asked what her readers are noticing. The post encouraged me to finally stop at a place I have been noticing just from the window of my passing car. Every day, several times a day, I pass a dam bordered by a thick cluster of trees that have been in full fall color for the last few weeks. Each time I pass the textured mass of orange, gold, and red, I vow to stop and try to take photos. I finally stopped to walk around and enjoy the views, though a recent heavy rain had knocked some of the fullness from the trees.

I noticed the regular pattern of dew on leaves. It reminded me of the pebbled skin of a lizard.

I noticed the golden leaves blown like kites caught upright in a sudden gust.

I noticed a staircase to a tree lit golden by the morning sun.

I noticed myself enjoying my life and the people in it.