Leaves transition from green to red, orange, then dead brown.
One tiny part of a tree snaps from a branch and flutters delicately to the ground, to be blown on a breeze, tumbled across grass, rocks and streams, along roadways, or raked into piles to be composted or burned.
Leaves: Ignored reminders of a season of warmth. A season of life. A season of lovers moving with nature from delicate summer breezes into the biting cold of violent winter winds.
Like lovers in transition, a leaf of gold comes to rest on the forest floor with the hushed sound of delicate violence.
Introduction to the chapbook "Delicate Violence", © 2006 by R. Burnett Baker.
Photo © 2006 by R. Burnett Baker.
Photo taken in 2006 by R. Baker in
Highland Park, Rochester, NY.
summer has passed
but the sun
rises and sets
Photo and poem © 2008 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo taken by R. Baker in Highland Park, Rochester, NY, 2008.