Tenth Passage
flowing, carousing, swirling on libra
winds, the tips of floral thumbs
spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl
caressing lips of leaves
more temperate in shades of october’s
fading yellow, perhaps brown sepia,
deepening the incense of quite solitude
away from the burst of soaking, reeling spring...
it is the time for holy retreat when
stems and branches droop to rest on a clayed
blanket of earth, soulful and so serene,
much like wet light of dusk iced with frail
sleeves of fading blades...
october caresses the skin of men to smell
the air of reflective passages; a time
for quiet joy and embraceable songs.
and in it’s stillness, the heart of sages listens.
October Contest for SKAT
posted 10/6
by: nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2010
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