After the storms,
and floods that tore lives away,
we stand in the afternoon sun,
and witness the changes
to the mountains.
Summer's long grasp
has been broken again,
as we lean away from the sun,
into the cold winds that will come.
Oh... the colors of aspens,
new ephemeral gold,
that pour into our souls;
we are alive and rich
this day, this day of life.
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