Here, a copse of pine fumes with mist atop a ridge of the Little River Mountains whilst there, a final puff lingers upon a rugged peak. Below, the Little River itself is all but a mirror in the stillness. Modest are the joys of the Overberg in the arms of the South African autumn.
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Summits Scaled in Stanzas
“Mountains” is complete.
“Autumn” is Complete
From “Autumn” to the next poem.