New England is in full bloom.
The sugar maples, the most brilliant of all the reds,
are decked out in their best,
waiting for their long winter- white sleep robes.
Their slumber will be abruptly shaken
when the temperatures rise above freezing during the day
and dip below freezing at night.
That's the time when their sap runs, the blood of the sugar maples.
The mighty oaks stand proudly
and are the last to salute winter's arrival.
Even when the first snow falls,
their leaves hang on for dear life, to every high twig.
Under Mother Nature's order,
the oaks then release the last yellow-brown leaves
to crusty blankets of snow.
The fields of Black eye Susan splashy flowers
have transformed into brown seed laden balls.
Rich food for the flock of Goldfinches,
that flutter from ball to ball,
and rise up
in a yellow haze when startled.
Chestnut and black striped chirpers,
the chatty chipmunks
gather hazel nuts
to fatten themselves for the onset of winter.
The mountains are ablaze.
crimsons and purples.
Splashes on nature's palette
Trees waving their last goodbyes
As they celebrate the coming of