Holiday conversations pulsated in the warm house
As I sat with coffee, gazing out the window
At falling yellow leaves
Flickering like fireflies
Descending backlit against burgundy shadows.
Sensing the gentle invitational tug,
I rose quietly amidst the talk,
Threaded my way through the crowded parlor,
And exited through the screen door.
Settling into an Adirondack chair,
Sitting quietly in the autumnal embrace,
I watched as a tree slowly grew
Across the waiting space of my sketchbook page.
. . . Thanks for reading.