Autumn's Aura of Delight
The wisps of climbing clouds float slowly away,
brushing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The returning birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay,
in the twilight gleam to the amber nest they all fly,
as autumn arrives with crystal ambiance on the sly.
In the lucent threshold of the sun-soaked horizon,
it splits the surreal sunbeam in the spectrum of rays,
sparkle of hues spilling from the palette colors the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass sway
in the crisp air on the lap of meadow turning gray.
They wear crafted crown of the shining topaz dew,
flickering with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the soil fallow,
hear in rustle of golden leaves autumn’s footfall slow.
As the setting sun sets fire in the fading satin sky,
making a surreal collage of vermillion ember bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to greet the stars sprouting in the pellucid autumn night,
in moondust I long to be suffused with the aura of delight.
October 14, 2020
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