In the Spring I look forward to the trees' budding leaves,
the tender shades of green they make as they emerge after
the fallow Winter. In Summer their leaves offer shade where
I often stand, gazing upward through the layers of leaves,
marveling at the shapes and shades made by the sunlight.
In the Fall, I get the colors and then the delicate
lines drawn by the bare branches as they mark their
own space against the cold sky.