In the Window (Turner, ACT 1997)
- sgmcinerney600
- Jun 7
- 1 min read
The maples are relinquishing their load
And down a rustling way
Two schoolgirls after school twirl off the road, Release their hair and start the holiday.
The freedom of an afternoon, the ease
With which the wind sifts through
The crispily-fried gold of maple trees
Ensnares them in the changing point of view.
Wind-teased, they brush about the fallen leaves
While, further on, a man
Observes his son, their father, tossing sheaves
Of warped-and-broken lengths into the van.
Alone he and the trees stand still and sigh
The wisdom of the old.
Like Solomon, they are surrounded by
Rare beauty, and its airy weight in gold.