When did the hills
gather this golden?
yesterday’s horizons
turn amber in waves?
I slept with green outside
my window and woke
to topaz, russet, moving
yellow, mellow against the sky.

When did the hills
gather this golden?
yesterday’s horizons
turn amber in waves?
I slept with green outside
my window and woke
to topaz, russet, moving
yellow, mellow against the sky.
Ooooh, I love this one, Jody. And . . . I'm just the teensiest bit jealous, too. Lovely view, friend. LOVELY.