It's with pleasure that I share the following poem and photo courtesy of a dear friend of mine. She wrote the poem on one of her visits to the North Shore. The photo is also from that area.
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
The tour guide said, “The leaves aren’t so brilliant this Autumn --
just average -- ... too many pests, too much heat,
too little rain ... don’t expect the golds and
scarlets and yellows to be as stunning
as usual.”
I didn’t catch all the details.
I was too busy relishing the golds, and scarlets, and yellows.
