I look up, seeing
The slightest hint of color
Autumn’s harbinger
The leaves whisper “Make ready!”
And a chill runs up my spine

Link: Sinners’ upraised faces to I look up. Since the last poem was purely spiritual, I needed to bring the poems back into the seasonal theme. It’s important that the poems keep their seasonal/natural world grounding, even if the theme wanders away from time to time.