I watched God today
Dipping his paintbrush
Into the palette
Too wide for the horizon –
The deep, warm oils of
October

He worked the canopy first
With rust and aubergine
Tracing sunny yellows
That tell the story of
Ghost-summer

And preparing for the void:
Priming the chill of winter
Like a blank canvas
Aching for a signature

A breath of fresh air
And glistening snow
Sweet memories
Faded a long time ago

Covering the world
With a giant canvas
Hand painted with
Rich browns and
Maroons

The brush spoke
In fall shades

The steady,
Rhythmic stroke of
Artist painting the
World into a masterpiece

Simply because
He can