“Come watch us turn!”
They sing out in wind-carried whispers. Verdant leaves begin shedding their greenery as foliage season arrives.
But the two-paragraph analyses my 11th graders wrote won’t grade themselves. The Eagle Scout workbook my candidate completed won’t review itself, either.
“Come watch us turn!”
The leaves in my former country have surely turned orange-sunburst or autumnal red and yellow by now. I can imagine the multi-hued piles littering the lawn. For now, as the landscapers leafblow the leaf-strewn box yard of my current abode, I smile at the labor I no longer do.
“Come watch us turn!”
But my nephew and his fiancee get married only once. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law, along with her younger son, arrived from Portugal. It’s a week-long celebration, filled with all the familial drama you can expect from a close-knit yet large family.
“Come watch us turn!”
We finally do, heading into the Litchfield hills of Connecticut, and returning home after.
suddenly cold
bumper-to-bumper cars
full of leaf-peepers
I’m hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse today, where we write about fall foliage or spring blossoms.
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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