In every frame, a tiny but brilliant red maple leaf lies in a gutter, swirls along a gray sidewalk or rests on a humped, ferrous-orange hill that looks like an H.P. Yet reason for hope may be found in each bleak portrait.
Elsewhere, she peers out a padlocked window, while the glass reflects a sunny sky and a papery flying machine trailing confetti ("wonderful things are passing you by"). In one nightmarish spread, the auburn-haired child trudges along a sepia city street under the oppressive shadow of a huge, cold and greenish fish head ("darkness/ overcomes you"). The focus is a listless girl in a wine-colored robe, who gets out of bed amid a surreal flurry of dry black leaves. Strange, melancholy imagery and pessimistic forecasts ("sometimes the day begins/ with nothing to look forward to") weigh like millstones on this slender book, but the appearance of a stunning "red tree" lifts the burden in the end.
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