In colourful abandon
they float down to me
these autumn leaves
dancing in mid air.
The green of youth
flies by with
the orange of people and places.
There’s the jaded yellow
of trying, tired days
struggling for recognition
walking weary ways
midst painful paths
leading to lost hopes.
Ah! here comes the crimson maple
adding colour to a darkening day
cradled in new beginnings.
They seem to settle
in pretty patterns
rustling on the browning grass
of yesterday
rocked by a gentle breeze,
until a great gust
of wild wind whips up
the heap of happy hues
into new art
created by
a loving God.