June 30, 2023
Contest : A Quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
The strands of silver cloud drift slowly away, grazing the ash of the end-summer’s smoky sky. The birds bathe in the patina of the blue bay, in the twilight gleam to the nursing nests they fly, as autumn arrives soaking crystal ambiance on the way. The sunburst horizon’s diaphanous drape drawn, surreal spectrum radiates from the slant sunray, sparkling hues of the sky’s palette paint the dawn. The bowed down blades of cinnamon grass sway in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning fawn. The satin grass wears the shining crown of topaz dew, flickering with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow. Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew, the trunks of sepia trees stand on the soil fallow, rustling golden leaves echo fall’s footfall passing through. The setting sun ignites the inferno in the seamless sky, makes a collage of vermillion ember blazing bright. In its crimson glow I wait with the spirit rising high to see the stars sprout in the pellucid autumn night, get imbued with moondust aura of joy flashing by.
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