Sunday, February 8, 2015

Sculptures of Brown Forests


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In Winter I see the hills all over the neighborhood.
Here I was struck by the variations
of hues in the sky
as the clouds slowly moved on,
and the trees gently swayed
in their sparse Winter dress,
tinged with the gold of an elusive afternoon sun.

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Most of the year, these branches
would hang heavy like a leafy curtain.
But in Winter, they draw back
to reveal distant hilltops.
And our Valley becomes wild and wide and open
like a great spacious plain
filled with sculptures of brown forests.

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The creek shimmers and sparkles,
a liquid mirror of afternoon light.

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And at six in the evening
comes the surprise of sunset
red like clay as it thickens into twilight
behind the shadowy hilltop vigil
of a solitary oak.

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