There’s gold in them hills!  But it won’t last for long  Catch it while you can.

Marshy cattail home  Of veiled red-wing blackbird   song Echoes in dry reeds.

Just when you wonder  Where have all the colors gone?  Gold branches stand out.

What is that weird thing?  Cracked shells of brown fungus dust,  Nature’s mystery 

Imagine Big Horns  Then, somehow sighting a herd  Resting in sagebrush.

Cold days, colder nights  Horses stand soaking up   warmth  Sunbathing heaven