As we returned home from a long weekend in St. Louis, I saw that Mother Nature had been playing with her October paintbox.
She left vibrant colors that beckoned me through the window,
calling for me to come outside and admire her work,
She left a soft highlight here,
the world on fire there,
a bright brush of yellow against the blue of the sky,
another here with dabs of orange and red.
I imagine Mother Nature smiles as she wields her brush. “Yes, this is good,” she whispers for no one to hear.
A stroke of bright red along a singular branch, and she laughs out loud as she continues along, the world her canvas.