I wake to glory in the rolling hills
In autumn when the air is clear and cold
My thoughts are wrapped up in the morning’s chills
Of what is free, and neither bought nor sold
For life, this life, it is all I will get
To make of what I will, this moment now
With each step taken, there is one more yet
To reach the stage, perform, and take my bow
The rolling hills of wonder all around
The autumn bursts of color in my eyes
The birds of fall, with each their diff’rent sound
The morning sun, whose first rays cauterize
The wounds of yesterday that late lay bare
And vanish in the bracing autumn air
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(From November, 2014)
Oh that is beautiful! Such vivid imagery painting a glorious autumn picture!
Thank you. Such a beautiful place, there.
You are most welcome 🙂 it sounds like a slice of heaven 🙂