Burning bush

Sometimes I don*t know that I*m waiting for something until it happens.  While I know full well we have a burning bush in the front yard, it is green most of the year.  It only began turning red yesterday.  I forgot I was waiting for this.

Finally the burning bush

In front

Has begun to burn.

We had enough cold

To signal

Autumn is here.

Overnight

It seems

The bush took the hint.

The sugar maple

In our neighbor*s backyard

Turned to red and orange

Overnight,

The hint travelled

Up and down the street

And beyond.

Today is Halloween.

It is gray and wet.

The long-awaited colors

Are finally in tune

With the season.

The stage is set.

The bush

Is burning.