Most all the trees are bare with
their leaves now carpeting the ground.
Except this golden beauty
who decides each Autumn to make a statement.
It’s a standout amidst the others
in their stripped bare dormant state.
It’s like the late bloomer
who was awkward as a child
But is now the greatest beauty
as its come into its own.
It’s like the last crop
of buttery golden sweet corn
that bursts with the most intense flavor
as if it knows it will be the taste that lingers until the next season comes.
It’s like the brightest sunshine
lighting up the Autumn day
that knows the days are growing shorter,
so it must glow brilliantly while it can.
It’s like the golden rings
worn by the elderly couple
that represent the long-lasting commitment
through richer and poorer, sickness and health, good times and bad.
Thank you golden beauty
for reminding me once more
that hanging on or being last
is sometimes worth the wait.
Cheers & Hugs,