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It was round and furry,
curled into a soft ball.
It wasn't very short,
and certainly not tall.
A miniature Hedgehog,
very slow, ambling away,
to enjoy its life
for one more day.

Ashes, live embers,
alongside of you,
as old growth timber,
is no longer in view.

Boldly the wind
rattled the trees.
Bending, not breaking,
now dropping leaves.

Wind, pushing softly
across meadow and tree.
Warmth of the Sun
is now refreshing me.

Go I slowly, searching,
constantly searching for thee,
to live our lives together.
It is important to me.

A Firey morning,
Sun ablaze,
Glowing red,
Smokey haze.

Waylaid clouds,
against jagged hills,
amassing moisture
later to spill
on dry, arid land,
bringing greeness,
to our state, again.

Speaking of rain.
I am not,
but fire
and smoke
we have a lot.

A cooling wind,
southward bound,
brings a relief
from the heat.

Fairwinds waft over sea,
land and plains.
Mountain high shuffle
wind in updrafts,
creating turbulence.
Clouds form
accumulating moisture,
creating a beautiful
Cumulous Nimbus,
dark at the base,
vertical and potential
Thunderstorm.

A trickle of water,
down the hill,
across the meadow,
dale and glen,
to a pond,
water still,
to the edge,
where it spilled
into a stream.

Shaken branches,
trees tall,
cones dropping,
as needles fall.

Summer heat,
hard on trees.
Rain of Fall,
if you please.

Another year
of dry weather.
Two years
in a row.
Not a
good thing
in the
Evergreen State.