From Green To Gold
The Catskills were ablaze in changing leaves.
Perched upon a jutting rock formation,
We absorbed, wondered, pondered the magnificence.
The country side was an ocean of green turning,
Burning to various shades of gold.
Steaks of hazel and the deep azure in her eyes,
Transcendently reflected the swarth
And waves of green, cresting orange and falling
To deep shades of browns and golds.