I drove through the canyon

while the fall colors bloomed.

My eyes feasted on the sights –

red trees, purple trees, golden trees.

I felt like I drove through Dr. Seuss’s canyon

or

a huge cotton candy field.

Is that really the best metaphor I can come up with?

Let me try again.

I drove through God’s canvas.

The Master Painter spared no color for the trees

just for the sole purpose of delighting my soul

I think.

Fall bloomed in my heart that day.

Poignant memories colored my mood.

Deep red is the anger I feel that you are gone.

Brilliant white for the hope we will meet again someday.

And the purest blue because when all is said and done

I miss you.