October
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When varnished leaves quake overhead
And jasmines in their airbrushed red,
Match the whippoorwill as it sings
Our notes flit on through elder wings--
Into duskfall , an ardor's rite
Through October’s final delight:
We watch autumn cast her paints high
Till stars wane from love's lullaby.
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Free Verse Or Rhyme Poetry In Its Beauty
Eve Roper's Contest 04.11.2019
Pic # 3 Revised
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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