So much to say about the color of a leaf against the paling sky,
but with what words?
So much to feel with the curl of a petal and the warming of the wind.
What tribute can be paid to these gifts?
A deep peace slows my walk to match the speed
of the tear moving down my cheek.
It seems silly, perhaps, because I cannot grasp the infinite;
yet I know, simply because I feel it.