Small red maples in low ground
Have fairly begun to burn for a week.
It varies from scarlet to crimson.
It looks like training day in the meadows and swamps.
They have run up their colors.
A small red maple has grown,
Perchance far away on some moist hillside,
A mile from any road, unobserved.
It has faithfully discharged the duties of a maple there,
All winter and summer,
Neglected none of its economies,
Added to its stature
In the virtue which belongs to a maple,
By a steady growth all summer,
And is nearer heaven than in the spring.
- H.D. Thoreau
Have a wonderful week! Love, Linda