Autumn

On my way home today, on a bus, at a window seat, I watched as the rain slashed away in sheets on the bare tar road.

Between one blink of the eye and another, suddenly there is a difference; it was as though I was transported to a countryside, in the midst of autumn. Red autumn leaves littered an entire portion of the road, glittering softly under the still falling rain.

I looked up, and saw the tree, standing amongst the other roadside trees; it wasnt particularly tall, or gnarled, or anything. It looked just like the other trees around it. But while the others are all green in their full vigor, this particular tree has red autumn leaves, like a rose peeking out from a bush of green.

The road near the tree was littered with its red leaves, a red gown that trails, and entralls the eye, till you follow it to the source, and behold the bride holding her little bunch of flowers.