Maple, oak, aspen are going to sleep till spring
Leaving behind a comforter of leaves
In colors created by angels above the clouds
Who sneak down before dawn
With brushes held in pockets in their wings
Dropping leaves of scarlet, tangerine, and lemon
Leaves to warm the roots below, the earth above
Even Sandia Mountain is a darker shade
Of violet-laced magenta at twilight
Than it is during April’s break of dawn
“…how God how? How do you mix cerulean skies?”
How do you create lavender stones?”
No audible answers from the heavens this time
Revealing what I know and haven’t seen before this day
Time to view the world again with new eyes
Or maybe a transplanted heart
Received from friends who chose to love me
Even when I couldn’t love myself
Seeing out my window through a heart of joy
Belies the view
When did my heart grow wings?
When did my eyes change colors?
When did I learn to see?
When did the air become chilled like Riesling?
When did the mood become warm like chocolate?
When did Autumn become the comfort food
That filled my soul?
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