Autumnal talking

Québec, my love
So much beauty to my regard
In the precise orbital
Where colors are lively
In the whirlwind
Of autumn
So much swaying
In the leaves
Like dancing
In the sky
To the melody
Of the angels’
Rhythm
So many pixels
In the eyes
To capture
The price
Of such an event
Free on
Celestial ground
Marveling voice
Good in nature
How can God
Rest when
Everything
Is moving
For who is invited

Aren't we blessed
Says the priest
For sure we are
Gifts for all
And furthermore
We search

Autumn's colors
Our proof