For a moment
take me away
from the mottled colors
of autumn,
far from the music
of brass trumpets
and trombones,
for I long to hear the sound
of forgotten
woodwinds —
Huddled pines stand,
stalwart
upon the splendid mountains,
perfumed
with balsam fragrance:
green,
infinitely green
this very moment,
before the egrets
of winter
alight.
by D. G. Vachal © 2012
*** Photography: Lake Tahoe by Jason Woodcock
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