Yesterday we sipped summer
warmth barely gold at the edges
while a cerulean wash of sky
fluttered above faces tilted
to catch the last drop of light
Once aqueous green the woods
have gone transparent bare
branches scraped clean by
an icy wind blankets of leaves
heaped at the foot of every tree
Today we opened our eyes to
a gray world hills and steeples
of distant churches crunching
as we walked under the round
shoulders of ancient hills
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: PeakPx
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