Monday, September 28, 2015

Prairie Dance

In late September
the prairie puts on
her autumn clothes.
She dresses herself in layers
of russet and bronze
with touches of gold
and yards of feathery trim.
She rustles when she moves,
her skirts rippling in the breeze.
She adorns herself
with flowers
and fluff
and her perfume is
the sweet, warm scent
of sun-dried grass.
She settles in
with her face to the sun
and smiles at the sound
of cricket chirp and cicada hum.
She doesn't have the glitter
of mountains of aspens
or the jewel toned excess
of sugar mapled hills,
but her subtle style of beauty
has a glory all its own.

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