November's Bronzing Glow

Detailing leaves of golden spiff I lean up close to take a whiff of turmeric colored leaves sublime and skies of ruby reds sweet wine Engaged upon the breeze my touch awaits the pinnacle's non such; Sharing space with a painters brush I sketch a new horizon's rush on a canvass virgin without blotch envisioned scenes of yellow scotch while up above the skylark soars on sweet November's wing adore Inhaling salt and sea I breathe the very things of me that seethe embroiled in art to hearts content I hear falls bitter sweet lament she doesn't want to touch the snow, nor lose her natural bronzing glow. November 26, 2020 Lay November Poetry Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)