OCTOBER IS MY HEART

There’s something about the slant of the sun

on an autumn afternoon-

the splash of sunlight on brick

that’s here, then gone too soon.

My heart is in October

where the dying leaves spring to life

and the light feels closer to god

a certain sheen that makes things new and right.

A friend once said, “Death and beauty are dance partners.”

and October plays the violin.

the blue is bluer and the red makes me blush too.

the face of a single leaf is a song in God’s heart,

written for me, written for you.