Monday Blues: Ode to an Oak

There one day, gone the next. It's leaves had gone from green

to brown; no longer a place of shelter for birds and squirrels. A bench

beneath its spreading canopy no longer a refuge from the summer sun. I didn't notice it was dying until it was dead. The next day it was gone.

The Monday Blues has been an occasional feature here at the blog since inception; the blues, an emotion, a color, a genre of music, with a cycling twist.