Through a veiled grove
of golden leaves quaking
on an autumn whisper,
there is a valley where clear
springs spill over a rim
of granite into a pooled
reflection of shivering
moon, where wild blueberry
and fireweed flame a scarlet
edge for evergreens, and night
lights weave the tarp of stars
with jade and rose auroras.
Here, the step of Mother Earth
is a pliant tumble of tundra.
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