The Gold of October

 The Gold of October

We have a new vision, the color of gold,

In the maple and the meadow outside our window.

As the arc of the Sun heads south, its brilliance for a time remains

In the maple leaves transformed to visual riches

Both in the tree leaves, and, when they fall, in the carpet below.

Leaves still on the tree wave goodbye in the wind, wave goodbye to the Sun.

The tree knows it will welcome again Sun’s warming rays in the spring.