Noontide In July Paints the Mountain Autumn
there will be no complexion of autumn
to reflect upon these trees in month's to come
just the small shimmer of gold
from the temperate heat of a risen sun
as it peeks between the untrimmed pines
strewn across the rocky cliffs
in the eternal rise of the mountain's tops
that fade within the folds of clouds
towards the azure skies, where heaven lies
yet darkness lingers in their shade
in ebony cascades amidst the rolling hills
that only lose possession within the valley below
where buds take their short-term lease
upon the barren soil of july's scorching heat
in a scant array of sanguine blossoms
that loom within the leaden thistle, almost unseen
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