The swirling colours in my head, these hues of yellow gold
A picture painted red and green, a story to be told.
Of new beginnings, tiny seeds were planted long ago
By loving hands so carefully that placed them in a row.
And so with time their little shoots, then sprung up from the ground
Survived the seasons' early years their roots are now earth bound.
Each year have grown until at last, their canopy embrace
With branches strong, all reaching out, each other they do face.
This wondrous spectrum now is seen, as Autumn draws a close
No artists brush can er'e compete with nature's simple prose.
From long ago when earth was bare, to now a colour spread
This is the picture of this scene now swirling in my head.
I do not know just where this is, have never walked the road
But in my mind I see this place the beauty that it showed
So if a story I can tell, this image that I see
The challenge met, the PICTURE THIS, is one to you from me.

Christine 13/10/2105