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

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Published by Family Friend Poems October 17, 2022

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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