The Hills Are Alive
A path leads to a barn and green pasture,
behind which lies a reddish brown hill.
I imagine the trees thereon
as spies in fall’s bright disguise,
dispersed along the hill.
They silently stalk;
only at this
moment do
they stand
still.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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