Red Foxes and Maples

This week we saw changing leaves and spied a beautiful, healthy fox in a field.  Don't usually see a fox in broad daylight unless it is sickly.  This one had a gorgeous bushy tail and was leery of crossing the field in plain sight, so he looked more like he'd been disturbed from his daytime slumber.

It reminded me of the maples turning red surrounded by the greens.  I'd passed the tree a few times, and then we actually turned around so that I could take the picture.  I just had to have it for a poem that was brewing.

 Of Maples and Foxes

Scarlet in the field 

alerts 

to the cold

of deepest white

and sparkling ebony nights;

sprints

through the golden stubbly fields

and heron's cooling marsh

under unmarred blue skies;

leaps

spires of fading greens

piles of gray stones stitched acres

and babbling crystal brooks;

peers

from ever-deep-greens

through yellow tipped hedges

around silver sheds and barns;

and green

turns to gold 

and gold 

burns to red 

and red

spurns the white

cold ebony night

and scarlet

returns to 

sleep

deep

beneath

the crimson maple.

by Donna JT Smith, ©2018

I am sorry, but I will likely not visit others blogs this week.  I wrote and scheduled this a few weeks ago in case I couldn't get back to it.  Just noticed that it did post, and I'd even forgotten that I'd done it.  So here I am apologizing.  Hope your week is fun and your school year is going well, if you are teaching and retirement is going well, if you are doing that!