The Wild Hills

Fly me across the wild hills in autumn, With soft amber shades, brown, russet and brick, Peach, copper and bronze all blending together, A carpet of sadness, in this sight so tragic. Fly me across the wild hills in winter, With amethyst shades, puce, purple and grey, Blue, ebony and pewter, all fusing together, A carpet of starkness, in this scene of decay. Fly me across the wild hills in springtime, With pale emerald shades, sage, olive and lime, White, yellow and silver, all mingling together, A carpet of lushness, in this new view sublime. Fly me across the wild hills in summer, With magenta bright shades, pink, dark mauve and red, Lemon, orange and gold all in harmony together, A carpet of richness, in this panorama spread. © Ernestine Northover