they may never know it’s a tupelo.
New Hampshire is known for its
living gold in early October, just as
we are known for missing the
individual trees for the
swathes of red and orange and
vibrance; we consume
the colors of the tupelo.
It tastes sour,
oily and bitter and
expensive—the cost
of berries fit to feed
an entire forest.
Original poetry and photography.
Featured in Rooted: A Story of Trees.
Hazel J. Hall 
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