Autumn In Oregon
The yellows the greens the golden reds, once again this September morn a cool breeze lingers and shimmering dew drops light a fortress as I peer from my bed. Oregon's peaceful Autumn tapestry again reveals a place where fading posy's create a melancholy dream and the tumbling clouds begin to spill. I love to twine the somber stream winding passed the sycamore trees and float above the knotty pines where one red tail hawk lingers free. I twist and turn of memory as laughter fills the sky....I stroll the woodland paths of youth, in a dream that's only mine.
a cool breeze aloft
and for the leaves aflutter
I weave autumn's dream
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2019
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