I smell the autumn leaves a burnin'
and see the lazy smoke arisin'
across the valley it's a spreadin'.
I love this hazy, lazy feelin'.
The sun is reddened and a settin'.
The air is coolin' in Mt. Vernon.
It's long since I been to Mt. Vernon
and smelt the autumn leaves a burnin'.
(Feb.1972)
quite apt, for this time of year. carefree, whimsical... Reminds me of cowboys & girls ridin' horses into the red sunset. best care, sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is definitely an 'olfactory' poem - the smoke really gets into the nostrils of the reader, as does the easy flow of the piece with its loping gait and its comfortable laid-back images. Gorgeous poem. love, Allie xxxx