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