Hills sides laid with summers spent clothes, swaths of crumbling orange and red
Discarded, ready to transform from outer dressing to rich substrate.
Before the feast, the wind calls a dance
Spin brittle brilliance
All are passing through these mountain celebrations
Brief guests in a year-long procession.
Thousands of renditions of nature’s ceremonial robes
Glimpsing moments... Horizon, glowing as the sun slips off once again, it compliments you.
Cold dark silhouettes of rock paired with bark turned black against vast shades of blues
Shimmering with a reminder that the jeweled garments cover wooden and stone bones
Elegantly bare
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