‘ginkgo biloba’

The golden weeks.  Autumn’s final flourish.  And I wait all year to see the bright, spring green leaves turn to blazing yellow.  Yet I am far from home.  It passes me by this year and I return to a golden carpet on a late November day.  A year in which I feel so much of life passing me by, yet the time was still precious and my sights drawn to higher things, to greater views.