A Beautiful Death

The cold wind blows and the frost bites

The raiment of the earth is transformed in the light

A coat of many colors, of multicolored hues

And Providence is found within our view

A beauty that is not required

A flourish in the waning

With flames of beauty fired

And there is no explaining

To find great wonder in their death

Woven by autumnal breath.

A coat of many colors, of multicolored hues

And Providence is found within our view.

Anthony Foster

September 24, 2007