The Persimmon Tree

The Persimmon Tree This time of year my feet often turn toward an old home down the way that now stands empty. In the back yard there is a weathered persimmon tree seemingly standing guard over the remnants of the garden. The copper leaves gradually fall away, one by one, revealing the golden globes that hang on tightly.. waiting until the last minute to offer themselves to the sleepy earth. I never fail to find this display astounding, ornaments hanging from nude branches, looking for all the world like someone had placed them there to decorate the season. I am not alone in wonderment, I often find a small gathering outside the sagging gate, come to share the breathtaking beauty of this yearly gift.