.

i took a walk the other day

pondering life's mysteries

and stumbled in a hole; socks soaked in sweetness

and upon looking up

discovered the most gorgeous colors

yellow, green, orange

but more than that

ochre

spots of blood red

bits of rust

worn areas

traces of where caterpillars once nibbled in the sun

basking in the heat of the day

not knowing how lovely it would be come fall

when the frost comes

the sap rises

and the leaves turn

like works of art

by some traveling painter in the night

thoughtfully

gloriously

so as to make me stop

wonder

look up

socks be damned