leaf viewing
a black ribbon unwinds
on pace with the sun
oak leaves tossed about
on a sudden wind --
that sense of falling
cool steel
set deep in the rock
the current always constant
all but in vain
lumbermen search for the key
a river made from trees
something's forgotten
down those damp hollows --
in the glacier's garden
stones and gravel
sheared right through --
the glacier asleep
an idle contemplation
for the waters of Autumn --
Princess of the Falls
memories, fleeting,
bear a lingering sweetness --
coolness in the pine
Interstate Park
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