Marvel of a Skyscape
Imbuing the hour with piquant fog
an intricate yet final sway of this arc rises:
How autumn’s skyline reels into weaves
as stars orbit in a basin of clouds naked
within a dome’s mantle glimmering glimmering:
My breath hushes while more dappled
leaves whirl through the blaze of maples, oaks,
that I in this panorama staged
for this exact moment remains a while;
if only to embrace this guileless pageant
which will never return the same way, like now.
For Anthony Slausen's Sky Contest
and Brian's Select H Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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