I was filled with wonder
That a God who ordered the Universe
Could author the abstract canvas
Filling my view that autumn day.
A riot of reds, oranges, and yellows
A chaos ofcontrasts and contours
Shades and hues of unnamed pigments
A silent requiem
Framed against the hazy
Thin white smoke
of an October sky
The slow burn of fall
A quiet conflagration
Serving no known purpose
Beyond a brief delight,
A silent parade of colour
For the creator and the created
Before the monochrome
Of the coming winter
When the forest would rest
Until the greening of spring.
Giving us courage
To hope for the same.
A gift of unordered grace.