September Sparkle

|It is
September’s pristine glow
that sparkles the reflections of self
and warms an ashen morn
promising floating thoughts 
like falling leaves 
in the empryean town.

Behind curtain-rippled windows
daylight pursues a pallid liturgy
for the sun kissed rose,
once benignly blessed in a mellifluous melody
by the archaic garden’s gateway
into a rapture of limbo,
forever silver 

below

Commonality passes,
their flushed steps dissonant to romancing dirges
Cloaking the peach shade room
with floundering light,
Burnt sienna and private poetry
structured to parasols of satin and the quiet verses of a man 

Clouds meander in an austere mesh ,
Coloring visions
Of soft dimensions

Away from ductile twists of copper,
Faltering through the pirouetting lens
towards arched woven stairs, eidoically dispersed.

———————
And in this season
I will dance with the breeze again
Li.be.r.a.te.d 
———————

Tracing the hypnagogic flight of pigeons,
not scared of stringing the rainbow
that diffuses every time
into the ignis fatuus of a shimmering storm

Consistant, mist chased...

Under the obscure skyshelter
Revealing the glow of the day
and its exquisite arrangement of glimmering hope..

then what is left of wantonness and uncertainities
shall be only specks
on twilights flickering canvass..

..and the Autumn of Hope is close 

to channel 
the Essence of the spirit
Home.

♥