Autumn blows love amongst the trees
and caresses their leaves with colour;
Kissed with scarlet, amber, rust -
whispers of orange for another.
Brown and claret blown here and there
by the Painter with so much love;
Leaves change their colour in Autumn -
because they feel that love.
As we watch, with awe, we somehow change -
we feel happy and everything is good;
Our world is right, because we see
autumn’s kiss above the trunks of wood.
If leaves change colour with autumn’s love,
surely it changes us, too;
A bounce in our step, a happy heart -
love transforms me and you.
©Joan Adams Burchell
September 8, 2005