Red, orange, yellow, brown...
Like a rain of colors from the branches above.
As if God himself had made the earth his canvas,
the trees his brushes, dipping eacn 
and every one of them in the pail 
of autumnal paint to cover the ground 
with crisp hues. The leaves are shards 
of stained glass, shattered 
from the shock wave of the new season 
crashing down to end the previous. 
It is impossible to stroll through 
these fallen works of art and 
not make a sound. A wonderful sound 
to hear as you step into the tinged foliage, 
creating the impeccable 'crunch'
coming from beneath your feet.
Look; see if you can find one mistake
in the remarkable landscape before you.
It is all so flawless and perfect.

© by Jaron Ferrer.
Used here with the author's permission.