In the quiet at the river's edge
a northern breeze blows my hair
rippling on the water and sedge
breathing the crisp October air
in the trees, many coloured leaves
in slow autumn blaze, flicker fair
I see a mountain with mist clad peak
in her wood, bears feed ere first frost
past cedars dark spills a fern edged creek
over pristine falls and then is lost
warm days are gone, it won't be long
Till silent white covers rocks and moss
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Michael Hawes was born in Texas, raised in Louisiana and lives in British Columbia.