I couldn’t see you before.
Summer, in her busy days of growing and providing,
hid you under green work clothes.

Now after harvest time, with your work clothes in storage,
in the radiance of shorter, cooler days,
your golden spectrum, which was there all along,
is on display for all to see.

I sit with you in silent wonder.
If we could decode the deep structure of your patterns,
what would we learn about the tree, the soil, the air, the rain?
What directions could we discern for restoring our world?

People have colors too that don’t get seen on the job site.
In the autumn we have gifts to offer.

3 thoughts on “Colors

  1. Dear Aryae,
    This poem expresses my love of autumn colors and all of nature. All of your poems are lovely and meaningful. I hope you will publish them with your photos.

    A nice coffee table book for guests to people’s homes, to enjoy.

    Wishing you and Wendy a Happy Thanksgiving. Before typing this comment, I read the morning blessings from our prayerbook. How fortunate that our tradition give us, blessings of gratitude to read every morning. And if you have a gratitude practice you integrate giving thanks on a daily basis.

    See you on the 6h at Torah CIrcle!

  2. Lovely! I bow namaste to your poetic soul and spirit that honors natural writ large and small. Thank you for sharing; what a blessing at this season of harvesting blessings!
    With love as the force, Kay

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