The maples are in full flame,
Here in Sonoma,
Driving to and through
Is both daunting and awe-inspiring
If you have ever cursed the rain,
You must never have seen
Cloudlets shrouding firs of deepest green
Rising behind a flaming yellow,
No, orange, or red, or all three
In a cacophony of color
Set off by the gray, early in the day.
Words swirl through my humbled mind
As nature, once again,
Brings me to my knees.