I can see a patch of trees
That offers a fair range of autumn colors
And that’s okay
I don’t need the most brilliant display of colors I can imagine
I can imagine.
Autumn lives in my imagination as much as on the calendar.
The sight of a few golden leaves on their way down
Riding gravity’s pull with a deep green backdrop
is quite enough
To open the door to every autumn in my mind.
A thousand colors, a million cold mornings and fallen leaves
All alive in my mind
And I can see it clearly
As clearly as anything outside today.