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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail. October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer, dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth. Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines whose needles’ sweet scent I breathe deeply in. I can almost taste the breeze as it rushes past, waltzing through the many trees. The sky, immersed in azure, is heavenly! I imagine its clouds having been swirled by the wind with which I wish I too were dancing. Bright foliage surrounds me. I am bedazzled by them as they ostensibly flaunt hues of scarlet, rich amber honey, russet, and tangerine - an ocean of windswept trees! My destination is a pristine lake where new trees shimmer - mirrored in its crystal blue. One oak is so tall it seems like a steeple reaching upward. Its limbs have formed an arbor which beautifies the view that greets my eyes. Acquiescing to enthrallment, I linger there where tranquility’s quintessence abides, inhaling October’s unique potpourri. Dusk will soon swallow up the day, so I begin my descent. Birds twitter; leaves whisper. Seeing me, a timid rabbit scampers behind a bush. Heaven seems fused with the terrain, igniting my world with iridescence as against a splash of persimmon, seagulls soar. How I would love to glide home like those glorious birds. Intoxicated by the rhapsody of colors, I come to the bottom of the trail with just enough time to reach my home’s comfort before night’s chill envelops all. Dec. 16, 2022 For Eve Roper's Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
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