I awoke from a dream into another dream while under the Acer.  The leaves shaded my journey from slumber to sleep to dream and back again.  Summer beat me to the punch, waking before I could enjoy her warm embrace and subtle shades of green and red.  In the dream we march towards the solstice, flags at hand, waving in the evening breeze.  I awake from under the Acer, its sweet scent warning me of spring’s demise.