Joy !




 

 

When the morning sun spills over the gingko tree, its leaves are a breathtaking, joyful yellow, the happy color repeated on the underlying carpet. The critics chided Joyce Kilmer for his illogical poem, but it’s hard to deny the first lines: “I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree,” or little else, for that matter. The majestic one shown is at the corner of Oneonta’s Fourth Avenue and Fourth Street. Drive by and feast your eyes. – Molly Howard