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Rain Song

A transplant from Eastern Washington
where sage smudges the hills,
sumac dusts the river’s edge,
and sun-bleached hues lie subtle on the land.

My first Seattle Autumn,
blankets of clouds,
rivers rode the skies,
Jimi’s guitar on the radio,
like an old friend
greeting you at the door.

Rain Song

A transplant from Eastern Washington
where sage smudges the hills,
sumac dusts the river’s edge,
and sun-bleached hues lie subtle on the land.

My first Seattle Autumn,
blankets of clouds,
rivers rode the skies,
Jimi’s guitar on the radio,
like an old friend
greeting you at the door.

Dale Cummings  64, Lake Forest Park

 
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