A gash of colour beneath my feet,
As if the trees themselves are shedding their life’s blood,
A world of red,
Above, below,
As far as the eye can see.
The lush, vibrant, greens of summer,
Are morphing into the hues of Fall.
But this is no humble, gentle transformation,
This is Autumn declaring itself.
“Look at ME!”
Marvel at just how beautiful
This little death can be each year…


This poem is for my darling wife, on a
day to remember her grandmother. To remind her that the wonder of the times we have with those we love is locked in our hearts and minds forever and it may be painful to remember on days like this but it is a good pain because the joy and the love floods back too…