Like a Stealth Bomber

like a stealth bomber 

Fall

your arrival is

silent

swift

subtle

wisps of yellows

tease until 

earth gives birth

to intense

yellows

oranges

reds

purples

  

capturing

my heart

holding

my eyes

my focus

my very breath

hostage

humbled

awed

speechless

only my heart

can speak . . .

Praise God!

Thank You Lord!

and then
just as silently
the battle between

fall and winter 
is released
and

frost's icy fingers

pluck
the leaves
one 
by 
one
from majestic
arms

gently laying them

at our feet

waiting for their blanket

of the first snow