We have glimpses of heaven
by ancient prophets foretold,
revealed along miles of fall hillsides-
a tiny percent of its glory
in shades of red, yellow, and gold.
Red oak and fiery red maple,
sumac and burning bush too,
bring us bursts of bright scarlet bold.
We laugh as leaf-peepers stop traffic to gawk-
and then we indulge in some gawking ourselves.
Each morning brings fresh bursts of color to leaves,
as if they were painted by nocturnal elves.
The folks who have lived here for most of our lives
grab cameras and photograph lots of bright trees.
We know it will last for just a few weeks,
and will fade to November, then winter’s deep freeze.