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by Leonard M Hawkes

On the old road
Through cut barley and aspen
We rose from Summer
To ragged pines
And scattered snow--

A silent moon stared downward
But covers were warm
As we touched
In the night

--Waking early to Fall
And the stolid inevitability
Of Winter stars.

09/22/2013

Author's Note: Lake of the Woods, Wyoming

Posted on 09/22/2013
Copyright © 2021 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/22/13 at 01:29 PM

Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece of writing. It has successfully painted a most pleasing picture in my mind. Love it!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/23/13 at 02:28 AM

I can feel the chill of camping through your words and the changing seasons, smell the smells, anticipate the early morning fire in the pit. Thanks for this. Happy Autumn.

Posted by Dorian Black on 09/27/13 at 12:13 AM

The imagery is brilliant in this piece, Sir. I could almost feel the brisk bite of the air, and the warmth of a companion under a blanket of stars. Very well written, Friend.

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