The leaves are rushing.
Now! There is no time!
Now! Their true colours fleeting and
Tomorrow
They will be all green.
They will all be green
And you will forget.
You will forget this moment
Until the fall,
Until the green is gone
Until they are dying."
Hurry she said.
"You will miss
The moment
When infancy foretells the colour of age."
Red oak before the production of chlorophyl
Red Maple
Norway Maple
Iron Wood
Locust
High Bush Cranberry
and the Shag bark hickory before the “Candle” unfolds
“That" , she said, “You must never miss.”