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
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
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.