The scene is beautiful; three white birch trees,
one with yellow leaves, one with green, one with orange.
In the foreground, egg-shaped rocks, rounded
by years of weather-beating and water erosion.
Beyond the rocks, gently flowing water,
specks of white showing where the flow quickens.
Higher, more trees, maples perhaps? but too far to tell.
Their leaves are mostly green.
Higher still, very light blue sky, dotted with white cloud
(where the flow quickens?).
A typical Vermont scene in autumn. I see it now, in February.
How?
Its on the cover of a Triple A TourBook.

This poem was written for a college poetry and fiction class, back in 1988.

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