By Carolyn Hanks

     Flaming -
     Reds on the mountainsides.
     Reds climbing the houses.
     Yellows aglow -
     Against the bluest of skies -
     Fulfillment, richness, climax.
     Snow on the mountain peaks
     Bespeaks the closeness of winter.
     Birds gathering -
     The whiteness of pelicans
     Sitting on the waters in large groups,
     Like a flotilla.
     Brownness of Teasel heads
     And the harvested fields.
     Storms raging in
     With quick coolness,
     And moving out just as quickly,
     Leaving once again the days of Indian gold.