Autumn’s best art

Fall’s best art as though painted by a Master
seen now in sky above and my ascent
in heart and soul and mind to vision vaster

Hues changing every hour. I expect the tree’s
blown branches to billow like a tent –
Fall’s best art as though painted by a Master

Pink clouds blown farther and then chasing faster
there’s a spaceship big as a continent –
no – bigger even than that: seems much vaster

I turn at Mary’s gate. Now the faces of
loved ones are in the clouds – heaven’s rent! –
Fall’s best art as though painted by a Master

Grey clouds pile. Cumulus. And filtering the
sun’s rays: shade – as though intent always meant –
highlights my imagination’s bounds vaster

I’m standing still as the evening comes – moments I
have long loved well beneath this great wide sky –
Fall’s best art as though painted by a Master
and looking in, my Universe grows vaster

SRM