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Walking on the Clouds
as chartreuse elm goes to lemonade yellow and walnut brown
while splashed red wine spots soak into the yellowing maple
joining hornbeams that, in this acid soil,
advanced hastily from their bronze age to scarlet
the winds come upon the mountain and shift my wonder
i had spent the early summer hours looking up from my coffee
dreaming up above the tree tops
now,
as reality sets in,
i'm listening to the positive rumination
of the trees at my feet
morning breeze bows out for a soft fog
realizing that i'm walking on the clouds
