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.

 

 

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