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5:16

something i wrote last weekend in Prescott. remembering that sacred space today, here in the valley, where it will soon be 105 in the shade…

5:16

That magic mountain minute

when fall comes whispering around the edges.

Chased up from the valley

by unrelenting sun, and shimmering waves of summer,

the cool comes creeping

and waits for an invitation.

The earth sighs relief, and settles to rest,

answering but a short, simple ‘yes.’

Fall comes singing, and rolls back the green,

and draws up the reds from places unseen.

Photo cred, ‘kdvl,’ via flickr. thanks!

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