Hand over your leaves

014_picmonkeyedThe sun wakes up later every morning, and so do I. The first tree in our neighborhood forest has handed over its leaves to their autumn color. Town is still crazy with people; their boats look larger than islands when they chug into the harbor. Yesterday a car accident killed a man, and I thought about my loved ones, and how much I love them. I can’t see it for myself, but the ocean is sicker today than it’s ever been. There never seems enough time to care (adequately) for everything.

Jenna Beaulieu

About Jenna Beaulieu

Jenna is a writer and fine art photographer who recently moved from the Saint John Valley region to the quiet side of Mount Desert Island. She’s a fan of excellent music, homemade gravy, and colored pencils (also, short books and long books, good pens, flannel, and when the June bugs don’t really come out much that year). For more about Jenna and her work, visit her website at www.jennabeaulieu.com