palouse

a fall day on the palouse

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a fall day on the palouse

 

a crisp, red leaf

breaks under my worn, leather boots

 

as my gaze moves from my boot

to the tree above

the leaves consume my mind

 

beyond the trees

the mist on the horizon

threatens the rolling

(what were) wheat fields

 

what is autumn but a season

that is unsure how to fit in

 

rapid, pounding rains

flurried snow

h                      i

.            a                      l

don’t miss the sun

it might disappear behind a cloud

before the process repeats

over and over

and over

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