Infinitely Green

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