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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The clumps of climbing cotton clouds float slowly away, brushing the azure arena of the end-summer’s ashen sky. The returning birds bathe in the glimmer of the blue bay, as through the amber twilight gleam they all fly to the auburn nests, while September ushers the aura of autumn with chromatic kaleidoscope of splendor. In the lucent edge of the sunburst sky, the halcyon horizon splits the sunbeam spray into the spectrum of radiant rays, the sparkle of hues spilling from its palette colors the canvas of the dainty dawn. Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass rise and sway in the crisp air on the cradle of the mellow meadow. The pasture wears the crafted crown of topaz dew, flickering with pearly flair of the shining dawn’s chalcedony glow. Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path, the dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the sienna soil turning fallow, hear in the rustle of the golden leaves the autumn’s footfall, striding slow. As the scarlet sunset sets fire in the fading satin sky, making a surreal collage of vermillion ember, glowing bright, under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit soaring high to greet the sapphire stars, sprouting in the pellucid autumn night. Swathed by the argentine moon dust of delight, I long to be suffused with September rhapsody.
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