What kind of camera shows the changing light
Upon the yellow blossom as it waves?
The wind has dropped ,the breeze is here, but slight
And on the flowers I in languor gaze
The red leaves of the acers now unfurl-
Two side by side but different in their glow.
The light accentuates them as they curl
Gives them time to unwind and be slow.
Without the breeze the colour varies less.
It’s flatter, less like Monet, yet still bright.
And as a grey cloud sags across the West
It puts my dreams of colour into flight.
Yearn not for special tools to catch the world.
Just watch a single leaf as it unfurls