Dusty orange carpets spread
under the Ponderosas.
These March days, so indecisive,
cold winded, all in between,
the orange is glorious.
The trees drop cones on them
trying to hide their wealth.
They glow anyway,
Western serapes,
an open invitation
to this rough world.
under the Ponderosas.
These March days, so indecisive,
cold winded, all in between,
the orange is glorious.
The trees drop cones on them
trying to hide their wealth.
They glow anyway,
Western serapes,
an open invitation
to this rough world.
Enchanting nature!
ReplyDeleteWonderful image in that second stanza.
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