Les Feuilles Mortes

Late, the morning glories rise passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting, helloes and goodbyes; novice neophytes falling into lavender blush dream states succumbing to a mellowed change in weather cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight soft, restless breezes in the trees shedding leaves; twilight for the foliage a lurid golden year half-light dulcet dawns, scarlet carmine sunsets, waning, whispering not shouting carnelian nights humming a lullaby, serene, euphonious, clouded eyes struggling to remain awake buddings small and petite, placid emollients of day; shaded out of scathed hunter greens falling to lemon camboge limed colored oranges, harvest time citrus afterbites commencement to vermillion bleedings September full blood moon phasings, in crisp kaleidoscope etchings of a well-painted palette sepia rusettes, auburn, ambered melancholia disturbances; sanguine shortened days, arboreal sleep, brittle and dry les Feuilles Mortes. Mystic Rose contest of Hello September 9/17/21