It rains embellishment in the forests in autumn
dripping paint unto leaf-like skins
saturating the veins with a new vibrancy.
It erupts into the unexpected splash of color,
besmears the throat of bark and coats cloistered cells
as autumn forests respect the unexpected windfall.
It is not yet winter but Fall gasps before death
splintering icicles of color into the pale of white,
not a penny spent to paint another masterpiece.
Our calling is to relish the work of the Master Painter,
to allow every cell the chance to be brilliant
yet realize we are only spectators in the mind of the Artist.