October Morn

Gilded streams tapestry weave
Frothy dew doth pageant aggrieve
Brimming bough wrapped in embroidered sleeve
Withering grass to the denuded soil doth cleave
Translucent sickles glimmer on each availing eve
Bristling ice pelets bleary-eyed cisterns do heave
Mercurial splendor doth summer's monotony relieve
Chilled masses do body's warm circulation deceive
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
September 7, 2012 at 6:09 AM
I like this Stephan ,I had to read it a couple of times to get the effect and yes, it is an Oct morn , well done xx
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