Fall Poem

Watercolors Paint The Blue Ridge Mountains

I am a native of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Each season has its beauty, but fall just radiates with splashing the ridgeline like watercolors. Autumn is a work of wonder in these hills.

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Mountain Fall

Published by Family Friend Poems October 2022 with permission of the Author.

Watercolors splash
cinnamon, pumpkin spice, and nutmeg
across the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Corn shocks rattle their fingers
like tambourines on a crisp breeze,
a wedge of geese honks

through the azure skies.
Golden rods dance
on the banks of Hyatt-Mill Creek

babbling over rocks
like stepping stones.
Lilac asters dot the woods,

as a Full Hunter's Moon
rises as a helium balloon
over the timbered choir.

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