Lately I am looking west at sunrise
Watching the autumn colors change from gray
To vivid blue and gold, seeing the day
Awakened from the opposite horizon.
Where the rising sun once had a way
Of drawing me toward its eastern skies
To see the morning spark before my eyes
I am compelled to look the other way now,
To find the russet brown of the tall grass prairies,
The richest yellows reds and remnant greens
Of mid October trees, the oaken black
And birch white of the wood as the season changes,
As the azure sky reflects a breezeless pond
With the warmth of an autumn sun upon my back.