Misty Mountain Memories

Spirit of the wood is calling
far beyond the Blue Ridge haze
to a festival of color
through Autumn's cool embrace,

Where russet leaves are dancing
while forest branches sway and bend
to the melody of song birds,
and a rhapsody in the wind.

Through Nature's golden torchlight
brilliant tapestries unfold
upon mountain side and meadow,
as invitations tinged with gold.

Beauty adorns each ascending ridge
past waterfall and stream,
while the wild flower nods her head
before she drifts in to a dream.

Wood smoke curls along the trails
enveloping cabin roof and pine,
like a blanket over the sleeping earth
where their fragrant scents entwine.

Silver slippers of dappled light
spill softly to the valley floor...
Evoking misty mountain memories
that call me home once more.