Red Winged Black Bird on a fence post in a field.

Autumn Drive


Category: poetry
Highway 3 up through rust-colored valley
Led my Olds out of the mystical land
Where autumn sun filtered through low hanging clouds
And yellow leaves danced like snowflakes on the wind

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