GRATEFUL
Flamboyant leaves fall like drops
of luminous paint,
their brilliant, textured hues
take my breath away,
pull my eyes to the canopy above,
then to single leaves below,
I walk slowly,
not wishing to disturb
their comfy, earthen bed,
grateful to witness
another fall miracle,
another forest brushed
with the grace of dawn,
grateful we humans can’t squash
the dreams of nature,
nor deter its desire to be seen
at the peak of its brilliance,
a reminder to celebrate all
who wish to paint the world
with their own, rich palette,
who wish to be loved
for their abundant, textured hues.
Photos taken at Whetstone Park of Rose by Rita Bourland – Fall 2021
Just Poetry and Prose 
Gorgeous visualization through poetry with a thoughtful wrap. A joy to read your work, as always.
Thank you, Maureen! I like thinking about all the colorful hues we humans might wish to be. That dream is often squelched, but need not be. xoxo
This feels like a full orchestral accolade to the beauty of nature. Gorgeous luscious words.
Thank you, Judy! It’s lovely to think about each leaf belonging to nature’s orchestra. We have front row seats for their symphony! xoxo