this branch called to me from the parking lot of my public library when the fucia-red leaves against the vibrant green caught my eye. then i let the branch dry neglected on my kitchen counter for a week.  as i rubbed my hands down the branch to release the leaves, they fell onto the paper into this arrangement. i did have to sweep back the bangs a bit. apparently she’d been waiting there all along. smiling a little secretively.

burning bush leaves in autumn

saint paul, minnesota