Monday - Pray

The window disappeared from view

It was just the yellow green leaves

The weathering fence and the red brick

The leaves fluttering in the breeze

Changing color as the shadows

Came alive in non-geometric shapes

Rapping against the buckled wood

Change doesn't stop after death

Green or gold the sunlight could be either

Splashed in bounteous array

With a start

I realized I was praying.