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About This Poem
FALL-WASHED LIGHT
As autumn waves her velvet robe
Each highland upturns glossed brew.
And in between, the winds evoke
The heartbeat thrust of night’s debut;
When citrine tendrils, rays on oak
Parade their splendor in full view,
Then back again through fall -washed sky
Where Northern lights hurl like magi
© ottava rima
Written by nette onclaud
For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Splendor Contest
28.Aug.2012 ( new poem)
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