It is the contrast in color which illuminates autumn. Looking at one tree’s vibrant blushing brightens my imagination and appreciation of God’s artwork in the midst of the work of transformation. When I pan back and take in a bigger frame of color against color a greater wonder fills me.
We live on hill, and from the back deck a valley of autumn’s attitude can be taken in. We moved here five years ago this month, and we are grateful for the view.
It makes me think of the possibility of unity in diversity. God must believe it too, with this big fat metaphor of fall. This one line of poetry, the tree line, gets me thankful, thankful for my eyes.
Outta time.
Gerald the Writer 
God’s paint brush sweeping across the woodlands.
Not unlike your own brush with color.
God creates repetition without monotony. Instant recognition when we see a maple leaf, but each one is slightly different; the shape, the size, the orientation and then when we reach the climax of the season the brilliant colours. Wow!
So well said Jasper! Thanks.
I like the prose sir. Wishing I was reading this in the middle of a wood.
Meeeee too!