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.