There’s a swamp maple leaning
over a vernal pool in Squam Swamp.
I have favorite pictures of my kids
all lined up on the trunk that overhangs the pool.
This is the tree last year:
The trunk the kids climbed on.
The whole tree reflected in the pool.
The same tree, just this week:
The other trunks still stand, but I’ll miss this fine
old grandfather trunk.
It’s a part of living in the shadow of the Fall,
leaving only memories.