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Almost Heaven


The Bible says there will be streets of gold

I imagine some reds and oranges will be there too

 

This crisp air takes me there

Each breath fresher than the one before

 

Fall, you’re a familiar friend to me by now

But each time we meet, I want to know you more

 

With you, I feel at home, yet in another world

A hike in the mountains puts me high enough to reach it

 

Chilly nights lead to a morning fog

Dew laying like crystals in a blanket of fields

 

The windy roads make any trip last longer

Treetops bend over to create a tunnel

 

Silence and peace, the shedding of leaves

A beautiful end makes for a better me

 

I’ve never seen a more colorful hue

Warm tones as lovely as the first sip of morning coffee

 

Wild yet wonderful

You’re my home among the hills

 

Fall in West Virginia

Is almost heaven, indeed

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