Thursday, September 30, 2010

Berkshire Symphony

Schubert plays lightly as
morning sun slowly lifts
fog from rolling heights.
Trees donned in autumn coats
of scarlet, orange, russet
and brighter red buttons of sumac.
A color crescendo underlain
with grey sheets of chiseled granite.
I remember first laying eyes
on this beautiful place, when
wrapped in early fall foliage.
A logging truck rolls by, loaded
with sad, shorn trunks, I see the
bottoms, riven rings of time
passed in brutal evidence.

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