Colors

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.