Mountain Haze, Sweaters, Eagles
Mountain haze rising,
A golden rust blooming,
beautiful rusts, golden arbors
pleasing to noontime eyes.
Morning chill teasing runny noses
with breezes boldly beckoning sweaters
to warm awakening souls.
Fields of onion flowers streaming,
rivulets of magenta alive with motion.
Eagles soaring, floating with the currents,
eying tiny morsels for dinner.
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rkcdlitt
I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.
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