The land was often golden in the bright sunlight. Not green, but a permanent range of yellowish brown only flecked with green in a few weeks of spring passing.
Once I adjusted to its palette and air, I hoped we’d live there forever.
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It’s the background for some of my novels and poetry now appearing at Thistle/Flinch editions. To read more, click here.
Jnana's Red Barn 
That is very pleasing. I’ve read it several times now, and of course the closing words do not close the poem at all.