Painted Hills Lyrics – Michael Burritt

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By Kelsey Peterson
Maples spear the hills
Turn them red

Leaves layered thick
Like oil paint unmixed
From your window
It’s a picture

Standing beneath them
Look up to see through red lenses
Shifting, the sky
One lands at your feet

The dried leaf
Speckled brown, skitters
You watch until it’s out of sight
Soon, the trees are bare
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Michael Burritt Lyrics – Painted Hills

Michael Burritt

Painted Hills