Beneath the Golden Ginkgo
It was here, autumn’s heart resided.
Soft, magnificent and brilliant.
Eyes that see a coming death,
yet dwell in waves of golden seas as if they were endless.
By nature, she was a fleeting soul.
Her magnificence bound to the mercy of the winter winds.
Before busy eyes she’s vanished,
The golden veil pulled down by the evening chill.
No longer could the sun stream through,
precious gold tossed to the earth until color fades completely.
She passed before we could realize,
before we appreciate what she gifted us.
Special thanks to my dear friend Sam who willingly froze and went on this last second shooting escapade. Had we waited another day, the leaves would have all been taken by the wind.