A Brillant Blush

Falls brilliant blush is
dancing across the edges
of the remnants of spring.
They converse in the wind, and
dangle on twigs holding holidays ornaments;
ruby, burgundy, gold and green...
Swinging there flaunting splendor;
like a gaudy street walker bidding a passerby’s attention.

I stand still and watch and wonder,
emerging from the woods I hear a sound like no other ,
the golden hum that whispers through the transforming leaves,
where they do their dance of shimmer and light for my benefit.
I breathe slowly and know I inhaled the breath of God.
As the tops of the trees exchange their secrets and promises
against wing and feather,
each leaf and vein a corridor for enlightenment,
each season ushering in a revelation and a tribute
to the myth of death.

Buckets of blood red faith have sung and set
the tops of these trees ablaze before
the chill of sweet serenity falls
gathering her white blanket tight beneath them...
This Indian summer runs warm across my bones
like a childhood memory
and sets the woods on fire
Before the bluebird flies
and snows gather.

Reviews

[Robin]

beautiful ~

[Ed Hart]

my goodness, talk about your blaze of glory