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