Someone somewhere saw something in the light

Something in the light

The early-morning sun cut along
the tree line, illuminating the
canopy of maple, oak, and
beech in a show of color. 

Paper thin and lit from behind,
translucent leaves shimmered
in blaze orange, ruby red,
and sunburst yellow.

Like a stained glass window.

And in the glow, I wondered,
is that what the glassmaker saw?

Something in nature,
something in glass, 
something so beautiful.