Fall in the Mountains

The leaves are turning
The leaves are turning
The color of fire
The color of gold
And the mountain sleeps
With a hoary head
At the coming of the cold

The wood the wood
The ancient wood
The scent of smoke
The frosty leas
See the leaves dance
To a silent tune and
The whisperings of trees

~ Samuel Guzman

9 thoughts on “Fall in the Mountains

  1. Lori Glass says:

    Love the picture. I grew up in Colorado and miss my mountailns. I live in Wisconsin now which has it’s own beauty.

  2. Anne says:

    What a beautiful poem. I can feel and see and smell the fall. Thank you, Samuel for those picturesque words.

  3. Ingrid Schlueter says:

    Sam, thank you for the way that your words so completely captured that scene. I have re-read those words again and again and the whole thing because a multi-sensory burst of beauty. I love it.

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