Wednesday, November 27, 2013


Towering trees
woodsmoke hovers
twisting, winding, twirling roads
breathtaking vistas seen for moments
(and then hidden from view)
green everywhere
luscious, soothing green
Pops of yellow
Fall leaves or sunshine beams
It's nice to be a local

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

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