Autumn's Tints
As autumn flings her crimson robe
Each meadow spills a nectar's brew...
That in between, the leaves evoke
All ruby tints of night’s debut;
When cerise tendrils, mauve on oak
Parade their splendor in full view,
Then back again through red-flushed sky
Where Northern lights glow like magi !
Contest 241 of Brian Strand
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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