Just Look At Me Poem by Curtis Johnson

THE BEAUTY OF GOD'S FALL SEASON
By Curtis Johnson


My wife and I have lived in our present home for more than 14 years, and I think that the loveliest time of the year in our community is the fall season. One look at a tall leafy tree can take your breath away. One such tree is just across the street from our house. When I saw it, one word sufficed. Wow! Although I am certain that this tree has grown taller and broader over the course of fourteen years, there were years that transpired before I even noticed it's beauty. Beauty was staring down on me, and I never noticed. It was only about four to five years ago that I was walking down the hall on the second floor of our home. When I looked up, I was deeply moved by the site of the tree.It seems that all things simply came together at that particular moment. Both the door and the window blinds in that North facing room were open, and I was treated to the awesome sight of that tall fall tree. It was as if a voice yelled out and said, 'Just look at me! '. The power of orange captivated me, and I was arrested by a live portrait painted by the hand of God. I have looked forward to the sight every year since.The tree did not have a face lift or makeover, and it had not moved closer nor farther away from my view. But at that moment, I saw it for all its beauty. On that occasion, I did not glance or pause for a quick look, because this time I was not hurried or too busy to look as I must have been for so many years prior. I was stopped completely in my tracts and drawn toward the tree for a closer view.

Perhaps this fall tree encounter speaks so much about my life and thinking that has slowed and changed over the last few years. Perhaps I can see and feel more of what really matters, because the pace of my life has been slowed. I have a much clearer view because the fog has departed. I am no longer blinded by the forest, because a single, exquisite, and distinguished tree has yelled out to me.
The tree of picture perfect orange has ordered me to stop and stare.


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