Augury

Waking to see autumn's lustre

lit on my beech

 

rust leaves gilt glowing

red gold bathed by

 

a rising sun's first grasp

of day.

 

Turning to see gold amber cirrus

low light the east -

 

beneath a darker grey purple

cloud bruise

 

that golden gleam of

dawning dawn.

 

So my sad grey purple dreams

dawn dim

 

their dark ghosts disconnect to

fade to latent light

 

my day newborn sun sings

and I am risen.

autumnbeechcloudscoloursdawndreamsnighttrees

◄ Autumn Rain

Vita hominum flos est ►

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