Autumn hills

Do defend yourself from yesterday

with it's soft curves and lulling voice.

Be sure to free yourself from it's harrowing claws

ready to peel you into strips of Autumn

leaves piled high and drizzled

with the perfume of burning wood.

Watch and listen for that impending whisper...
A lifetime of fireflies weaving

in and out of never ending hills.

 

Raymond M. Strickland jr. 1996

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