When You Wish You’d Brought Your Camera

Sunday morning is all quiet for dog and I.

The river still, a green brown surface clean

of wind ripples and pocks of falling rain.

High blue clouds edged with red and gold

play above a sun about to rise over the

horizon. Her muzzle searches freshly tilled soil

of the field spread out before us, the sun,  

out of sight of we ground dwelling creatures.

Tops of distant trees cloaked in autumn leaf

burst into red and gold flame glowing like giant

beacons. Birds crossing the path of high sun rays

glow crimson in its fiery red light. Gradually

the fire burns down the body of the trees until

half covered in golden flames from highlighted

fall colors – more at home in Oregon or Maine.

Clouds dancing in blue and red make their move.

Muted beauty returns and I wish I’d had a camera.