This week’s post began with noticing… One evening as I was sitting at home, I looked out the window into the back yard and saw a beautiful sight. Light shining through a tree (the one I’ve written about before) was making it glow, and it looked as if gold nuggets were hanging on the branches where the light found the spaces between the leaves. The image stuck in my memory, and I kept thinking about it… and thinking how to write about it.
As I sat today to write for Tuesday Slice of Life, I started jotting down a few phrases: sun shining through, evening’s golden light, the golden glow of late evening, evening falls. I thought about an haiku, but the form seemed too short. I thought of an arun or tanka, too- but I wasn’t into counting syllables. I put some of the phrases into the beginning of a poem:
As evening falls,
golden light fills the air,
Slanting beams shine through green maple leaves,
turning them golden
I stopped, thinking the same words kept coming to mind. So instead I listed some of the words that came to mind and used the thesaurus to brainstorm some different possibilities. Then I went back to my poem.
Maple in Evening light
As evening falls
a luminous glow hangs in the air,
Slanting beams gleam
through branches of the maple tree,
Transforming leafy green
into shimmering gilded leaves,
Filling the empty spaces with
dangling, brilliant nuggets of gold.