The one thing I cannot complain about is the weather. The sky is a brilliant blue, the air is actually cool with a steady fall breeze. I stepped outside my office a few moments ago to try to clear the fog from my head, and took the photo below with my phone. The picture does not do justice to the real thing, of course. But hopefully the colors will shine through. Soon, the trees in my yard will be in full display. But even they may not be as lovely as this tree.
I just wish I could keep my mind and heart as clear as this absolutely beautiful day.
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer
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