Purple flowers fall on November grass.
Gently a quiet breeze combs through the forested land
For a while birds stop to twitter, silence occupy the pass
The quietude is deep and profound
Behind a low flying cloud, the riotous rainbows is beautiful
Look, look the winding rivers are both clear and full
Old flowers fall from myriad branches to perfume my gown
Withered leaves crush under my foot to make both noise and music
Strolling care freely, nor distress nor grief can weigh my heart down
The picturesque view from a great rock suddenly make me home sick
generaliregi 
I love the view from the hill tops. Lovely poem. Thanks for the follow. Welcome aboard.
You are very kind.Hill tops and roof tops offer the best views, you are very kind.
Lovely poem.
You are welcome
Nice…felt like walking through a forest…
Thank you very much. I appreciate
You just brought me to a hilltop…i can hear the sound…i see the view…such a beautiful description …thanks for the follow it brought me to your site
You are very kind. Thank you
… because that’s true
I had gone hiking, and after I had conquered the hill, this is the sight that lay before and below for a thousand mile.Glad you can identify with this.
Nature indeed has always been great source of inspirstion..
Beautiful.
Thank you very much.You are welcome
I like the sound and structure of the first line very much.
Lynne
You are very kind.Thank you very much.Much appreciated
This is making me eager for the arrival of autumn…
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Glad that you enjoyed the piece . Thank you very much .