we watch the
weather roll
over this hill;
we see mists
slide down
towards us,
sometimes
bringing snow.
we run a tab
with nature,
fools if we
forget this.
when we are
least prepared,
perhaps; it
will come due.
mists and clouds
obscure the
hilltop in autumn.
snow, in winter
reminds us
we don't go
up these
hills so well.
these are our
autumn days.
it isn't over;
the view is
fine, from here.
Wild South Hill
