Thursday, October 21, 2010
On the West side of my street grow many ashes. The ones closer to my house have leaves that turn yellow, and most of these trees have lost their leaves already. Farther down the ashes are still thick with petticoats of yellow leaves while the leaflets closer to the crown are sun caramelized to a deep red. To see these trees' flaming bleed once every year is worth the wait.