thursday, november 7, 2019

the light through the library windows
the leaves still on the trees, just
against the fog rising from the snowmelt
on the mountainsides
the road rising gray through the grass
all bright in its browns and yellows
russets and dull greens
frostcolored and the patches of early
snow the black cattle here and there
on the hillsides between expensive
houses and failing barbed wire fences

tags: topics/poem

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