Mountain Haze, Sweaters, Eagles
Mountain haze rising,
A golden rust blooming,
beautiful rusts, golden arbors
pleasing to noontime eyes.
Morning chill teasing runny noses
with breezes boldly beckoning sweaters
to warm awakening souls.
Fields of onion flowers streaming,
rivulets of magenta alive with motion.
Eagles soaring, floating with the currents,
eying tiny morsels for dinner.
This poem is about:
Our world