Autumn Truths~ A Poem by Lea Sadler

He dabs some orange and swipes some red

He splashes yellow and splatters brown

He uses life to conflict the dead

And applies the leaves to adorn the ground.

Breaths of air turn chilly and puddles of rain shudder,

Trees dance to the voice of the wind

And step to the symphony of the river

As the moon in the sky is dimmed.

With pinks, purples plus newly-shaped blues

And gold and pure-white draped in the sky

The beauty to border is not to amuse

But to show the power of whom I rely.