Autumn Seventeen

When did the hills 

gather this golden?

yesterday's horizons

turn amber in waves?

I slept with green outside

my window and woke 

to topaz, russet, moving 

yellow, mellow against the sky.

-Jody Collins c. 2017

1 comment:

  1. Ooooh, I love this one, Jody. And . . . I'm just the teensiest bit jealous, too. Lovely view, friend. LOVELY.