O tree,
decked out in autumnal splendour,
you are a joy to see.
My eye delights in your sunrise hues,
your bonfire colours light up
the landscape.
The sky is no competition
for my artistic appetite
who humgers for beauty in all things.
I have not your ability to
set the world ablaze with your
red clothing.
The jealous wind will come
and blow away your leaves
leaving me looking forward
to next year when you
try on next year’s fabrics.
Through My Eyes 