Autumn Night

You drop your broad hem in a subtle mist

Wrapping the earth in your ample blue robe

As wand’ring hours melt into your kiss

Tranquility circles the half-moon globe

Too late to toil and too early to dream

You sweep the soil in a translucent stream

You snuff out the wink of noon’s golden pear

Tuck your dark edges o’er twilight’s pale fray

I hear a memory finger the air

Of sea-song and sunshine on shore’s far away

Why do you hasten with deep velvet plume

To brush out the roses and wild purple bloom?

Heart held in limbo beneath your cool gown

Bittersweet anguish exudes in a sigh

As futile as knowing that daylight has flown

Into the hollow of night’s lambent eye

Your crescent brooch gleams like an uncut stone

Inspiring dreams; I am not alone

Janet Martin