FALL-WASHED LIGHT

Written by: nette onclaud


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)