This fall was particularly beautiful, to me at least, and one day I decided to put some words together to try and paint a word picture of what I was seeing.
In Fall
In fall
the lowering golden light
seems to warn
the last green leaves
that their time is nigh.
They too
must exchange their verdant hue
for the kaleidescope of color
that lies hidden within
and join in the bright dance of autumn.
The earliest
have already loosed their hold
on the towering old soldiers
and fallen to their lower berth
in fretful repose banked by the wind.
Still clinging
yet colored in regal splendor
the middling throng sing their praise
as chevroned sleeves on upraised arms
of the old soldiers saluting their Creator.
They wave
in a last ovation before the coming cold
strips them for the winters dormancy
and hail the onlooker with a cheery glance
of riotous beauty and splendor.
©2007
