May Light

May 30, 2012

 

maple lane

The old shipwright's house, perched on a hillside facing the river, is surrounded by a garden of maples, beech and horse chestnut trees. Here the lane coming out from the house late in the day catches the sunlight from the west. There's a nostalgia for me about maple trees in May. The light streaming through their branches and their green-yellow hue evokes moments of anticipation and quiet conversations with dear friends from the far past.

"I love the lone green places where they be,
And the sweet clothing of the maple tree," writes the poet, John Clare. 

 


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