Foothills in Fall

Foothills in Fall Collage

Foothills in Fall

Rain fell for days

And yellow leaves lay musty on the ground.

We came out with the sun

And trespassed in the valley.

Hills of ponderosa and sage,

Mule deer on the open land, the rolling land,

Raptors in the blue and misty sky,

But maples in the valley.

Abandoned apple trees with deep, searching roots

give their produce up to the deer and bear.

But today we bite into sweet fruit

and eat around worm holes.

Hills lead up to mountains and tomorrow

we may climb, but today we linger

by the maples in the valley.



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