Lay of the land

This entry is part 9 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


The long, low ridges
in the blue distance are edged
with bands of yellow.

Otherwise, the clouds
are heavy as an old
wool blanket.

I pull the shades for a nap,
a wakeful woodchuck thumping
under my floor.

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