Scarlet Oak

The winds are giving leaves a rest
As color turns from green to rust
Some yellow too upon a neighbor
Another tree that utters color

Yes, they speak another tongue
The autumn scatters these among
The many languages of leaf
That will go mute, the wind as thief

You might say that you ignore
The change but what is autumn for
Except to show the beauty of
The transposition of God’s love

It catches light as wind has caught
That looks for us as we have sought