Rites of Harvest Moon --Hexsonnetta
When harvest moon alights,
to sail like gauzy lace
on through a cloud’s embrace...
I watch her mystic rites,
as beaming, she excites
my lithesome hours of grace.
How glorious the view
atop a mountain crowned…
with lilies all around
that settle on her queue,
beguiling eve, anew
when sparklers reach the ground.
Till weaves of dawn advance
which ends fine Luna’s trance.
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Andrea Diterich's The HexSonnetta
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee
~ the word glorious has 3 syl count~
8/22/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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