It was few years ago we were driving on route 9, through Beacon and Cold Spring New York, my husband asked me to write a poem on the month of October as he loves the fall foliage. By the time we got home, I had the poem ready for him. He loves it. Being a science person he does not look at poetry in a critical way. As long as I conveyed his feelings he is happy. Here it is.
Colorful leaves of New York Autumn
your beauty is so mellow
Orange, Red and royal Maroon,
lightest Green and Yellow
surrounding all the highways
you cover majestic mountains
and shine through the sun rays
Graceful, delicate and short lived,
like Tulips and the Daffodils,
you always surrender to winter land
and make room for the sleigh bells
I remember that he pointed out the word "the" before Daffodils as he too had read the famous poem. Then I realized that I should not have assumed that just because he is a science person , he would have nothing to do with fine arts. I was ashamed.