About Red
This maple was right down the road. What a beauty. I drove by it last week and thought, "Well, that's about everything I need to know about red." and from there I was off and running.
You can see in the background that the big oaks and sycamores have dropped their leaves already. I don’t know why I decided to add the notebook pages, maybe because this was such a straightforward poem with so few edits but I showed the edits below with strikeouts.
Audio of this poem below.
About Red Everything I need to know about red is here.asIt can fadeinto yellow or deepen into purple, while passing by a fire engine so bright you could hear the fire bells andmaybesee the flame. Beets are in there and cherries too, both remind me of blood, always brilliant, often startling and when there’s too much, there’s terror. On this limb, there is a rusty hue and lower still it veers into the brown of dried blood. But enough of blood!whenbecause from down here, on the highest branches, there are yellows with no visible red. If I could climb trees again, I might see,evenin the uppermost leaves, a faint trace of pink outlining each one, a hint of the color to come. There are many places to see what I see in this tree. There are apples and tulips, sunsets and your lips. Such beauty to be sought even here, at the end.
I started this notebook, Tinto, in late December of 2024, as my previous notebook was full. As of today I have 130 in Tinto (red) and will get his replacement in Mexico, probably Señor Azul, for a whopping 49 pesos! These are engineer’s notebooks.





I’m always fascinated by getting a look into a private notebook. Thank you Wes. It’s an honor.
This is remarkably good poem, Wes, that brings so many beautiful shades of red alive for us in all the splendour of their dying moments. I love the last few lines the most and I love the picture also.