SEPTEMBER

Querulous quills pelt barren stone

in the brooding courtyard; 

sterile, grating beauty scrawls new,

refracted brightness, abrades

retreating Summer's fructuous feet.

Its darkling resplendence blossoms

'neath frowning skies, soothes

hearts and eyes weary from a surfeit

of warmth and enceinte hues.

My soul would skip o'er the now softly

humming stone in pursuit of a

dying flicker, quick as a will-o'-the-wisp,

ere the dark strand of Season's

demise possesses my fingers. 

Wilful ancient spirants, ochre, maroon,

heliotrope sprites tint my inkwell, 

swirl 'cross my page, soon to delight in

the dance of amber winds

and aged Gold.

The candle flame smiles upon this hour

of quieter light and subdued voice, 

no more envying Moon and Stars, nor

blooms and grass quailing beyond

silver-black drapes.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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