The poem was written in September 2025 at the start of the change to fall colors. I saw green leaves beginning to change into the bright colors of autumn. The day was sunny with blue sky stretching to infinity behind the leaves of the forest.

I have lived in Central New York most of my life, between two old growth oak groves in North Syracuse. Trees and our four seasons have always been inspirational. I am a novelist and poet, concentrating on our place in a vast and wondrous universe.