There are layers of colours between us and the North Mountain
Look the other way and the dairy herd is grazing on the flatlands
Rusts and reds bring life to bleached grasses
Turn another corner on our path
and the colours are softly waning.
I have a friend who likes dots
I like them too
especially when made by Mother Nature.
There are so many berries and rosehips this year
winter food for the deer and the birds
Turning back home
a yellow streak of silver birch
shows up against the mountain.