Emerald Leaves
Nature’s Best Painting
Sun falling on emerald leaves still dripping from the overnight rain
It is an image of freshness. It is Nature’s best painting.
It is multidimensional — Sight. Sound. Smell. A warmth I can taste. A stillness I can touch.
I take a deep breath and childhood rushes in and kisses my blood.
And I am suddenly so very glad that I grew up in the countryside. Old, gnarly birches protecting our house. The lilac arbor and its heavenly smell, flowers white and blue and in-between in spring and early summer. Fields surrounding and a little river at the end of one of them; a small lake nearby; shallow, boggy, mossy, larger in spring, smaller come August. Forests within walking distance — large and mystical. In all directions.
Magpies, bullfinches, titmice, blackbirds, swallows, crows, the occasional hawk and even more occasionally, eagles — the one.
And here, all these years later: Nature in her most magnificent coat — sun falling on emerald leaves, still dripping from the overnight rain.
And I am so very glad I grew up in the countryside.
And I am so very glad I still live in, or at least only a stone’s throw from, the countryside.
Mammoth forests protecting our little town, where our sun now falls on emerald leaves, still dripping from the overnight rain.
© Wolfstuff






