Whilst I was running in the park
A photographer had stopped on the grass
And was looking up at a tree
A kite had been left in the empty branches
Looking like an overgrown leaf
Like the tree had mustered the last of its autumnal energy
Combined all its palette into one gigantuan effort 
And pushed out a fabulous frond in bright technicolor glory
 
And with my eyes opened 
I later spotted a blossom tree in full bloom 
In the middle of winter! 
It was so pretty
So unexpected! 
 
And I gave silent thanks
To the photographer
Whose eyes I hadn't even met
For helping me to see 
Close up
 
The end