To the penetrating eye
of this wilderness aesthete
I see a dark-green canvas primed
on the opposite mountainside
ripening well in mid-August
under late summer's cooling sun
ready for autumnal washes
to paint its color-changing phases
now just slightest, pastel hint
of suggestive, pinkish tinge
a faint glaze over textured treetops
soon to show off Fall's rampant palette.
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