Almost Heaven

The Bible says there will be streets of gold

I imagine some reds and oranges will be there too


This crisp air takes me there

Each breath fresher than the one before


Fall, you’re a familiar friend to me by now

But each time we meet, I want to know you more


With you, I feel at home, yet in another world

A hike in the mountains puts me high enough to reach it


Chilly nights lead to a morning fog

Dew laying like crystals in a blanket of fields


The windy roads make any trip last longer

Treetops bend over to create a tunnel


Silence and peace, the shedding of leaves

A beautiful end makes for a better me


I’ve never seen a more colorful hue

Warm tones as lovely as the first sip of morning coffee


Wild yet wonderful

You’re my home among the hills


Fall in West Virginia

Is almost heaven, indeed

This poem is about: 
My community


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