Angled autumn light
Filters through the gathering
Clouds of winter
As I drive over the mountains
To the sea
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Shines on the suede brown hills
Dances on the golden hue of the Canyon Oaks and Cottonwoods
Orange-red berries of the Toyon
Iron rust trunks of manzanita
And the steel blue Pacific Ocean
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When I lived in Michigan
I stored fall colors in my mind
To bring out when the winter storms
Turn everything grey
Grey sky, grey snow, grey trees
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But here in California
Winter rains will bring
Green hills rolling beneath
Sleeping trees and vines
c Linda Reed