God lays his quilt across the trees
and paints the ground with its leaves.
Each bears the color of its fruit,
some flamboyant - others mute.
Orange orange and lemon yellow,
ruby red and golden mellow,
macintosh with pumpkin patch,
deep plum pudding and a dash -
And though my eyes can't drink their fill,
the season offers greater still.
Such sweet aroma fills my breath
to wake my primal union with my
soul and senses one and all.
I love thee, love thee, love thee, Fall!