Autumn’s Windowpane

Golden fire glows from the leaves,

Lumen soaks to their roots.

Burnished bronze and copper reflect morning sun,

Nature’s stained glass in golden light.

Drawn to the windows,

My breath stills in the hypnosis of color. 

Slender dogwood branches startle with crimson,

Their silhouette against a mural of gold.

Entranced, I linger, my gaze unbroken.

 Hours pass, tasks untouched. I watch

Red leaves drift from tall maples

and towering white oaks.

Light speaks her silent language of beauty,

As I look through autumn’s windowpane to heaven.

Copyright   11/16/07   Barbara Parentini