Fall Tree Poem by C H Sund

Paused this day upon a sun lit tree
a gift before the snows erase.
No wind and perfect fall splendor met
to birth this tribute… golden ram.
I have lived long upon this land
jaded in the beauty oft displayed
but today I stopped in wonder awe
Moses, burning bush, this wondrous tree.
An omen, a signal, or just a tree…
I did not care, beauty held my eye.
Rapture bequeaths its special gift
and blessed am I to pass by this day.