Anyway, I was thinking how pretty this day was with the carpet of yellow, ash leaves on the ground and the small lake in the driveway from the thunderstorms overnight. The leaves float languidly on the shallow water, and the sun is shining. The light is long and yellow, and it looks like the yellow leaves of the ash fell down from that yellow sun or like the sun painted the ground.
I browsed through a book of poems, Basho naturally, for a poem about autumn, something I could paint. I found this simple one about a road. I thought I could do that, and this is how it turned out below.