Dashing up the mountain side.
Velvety red stripes decorate the hills.
No artist could capture the beauty if they tried,
As the blushing hills flow and spill.
Color spewed about the land.
From mountainous hillsides
To the lakes' shores of sand,
Through the valley, the color rides.
Never a doubt of seasons change
For the valley blushes intensely.
Endless red within the eye's range,
Thick, concentrated areas sit densely.
Crisp, crunchy, spiced scents
Fill the air, my lungs, my soul.
Falling leaves leave hillside dents
Where there now occupies a waiting hole.
