Autumn Leaf Peeping
Round the base through cautious wind I go,
To glimpse the gorge that waits in mist below,
Where vapor’s ghostly glow obscures the deep,
Yet shimmers faint, as though the air might weep.
The ravine’s sides rise steep, and seem to grow
From tossing mist, revealing beauty rare—
A prospect faint yet bright, a vision fair.
A hamlet nestles softly in the trees,
Its chimney smoke curls gently to the sky.
The river sings its song in tumbling breeze,
And leaps from rocks where oaks grow thick and high.
It winds around the mountain’s base nearby,
Its cadence soft, its path a silver thread.
Beyond, the blue-capped peaks stand bold and shy—
A tapestry of green and gold and red,
Where wood and water meet, and all the world is spread.
WoPoLi 
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