Orange In The Mountains

 Orange in the Mountains

 1. You stand here in the midst of a once-cleared field, surrounded by tall, dead weeds.

2. Brown Georgia soil is stuck to your worn-out tennis shoes.

3. To the side of the field is an old shed, rotten and covered with vines.

4. A wasp silently flies into the shed through a crack in its siding like a ghost floating through a wall.

5. Next to the field is a fast-moving creek, babbling along, pushing orange and yellow autumn leaves downstream, over rocks and roots winding through the valley.

6. There is a lonely deck over the creek.

7. It’s boards are rotten, and covered in moss and lichen in all shades of green.

8. You wish you had a tent to spend the night.

9. Your dog runs behind you and rubs her head against your legs.

10. You crunch your way over to a crusty lawn chair and consider yourself care free.

11. The noise and bustle of the city is gone and replaced by the peaceful, peachy light of a setting sun.

12. The leaves that are still stuck to the trees are as orange as the sky.

13. Each little leaf, like its own mini sunset, alighting the Blue Ridge Mountains.

14. The light finally fades and is gone, leaving behind a darker world, void of color.

15. But as your fire begins blazing brightly, you are once again reminded of the orange, autumn mountains.

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  1. AngelinaMay 12, 2022 at 4:31 AM

    This poem totally captures that feeling of being at the mountain property. You use all the senses to take the reader to this place that's memorable because of it wild beauty, peacefulness and freedom.

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