Glorious red you grace me so!
Both awe and lust do through me flow.
For beauty such as yours is rare
and then, once found, is kept with care.

Like a treasure found I keep you safe;
you are my life and gift of faith.

The peaceful, lazy days of fall
recall your glory, for after all
your message is rich, abundant and true.
As sweet as red, as fresh as dew.

Glorious red, you grace me so
and in my soul your seed does grow.

Poem and color photograph © copyright Anitra Redlefsen, 2002