Winter Comes Down
Stealing down from the wooded high country
With its brown, red, white hills, and snow-hung tress,
Down from the crags in frosty grasses, and down from the rocky
Ridges and crowded lakes,
Down from those hungry coyote pups
The winter comes whistling and winding like eagles
Across this vast California land
And beauty as knife-edged blasts of leafs briefly
Kiss my face and beneath its blanketing hibernate cold
I just laughing and flattering with my dog
With such tangle of happiness!
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