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Harvest of Gold

written by: LadyLily

@AFairymary

 

Birthed from an acorn,
eyes open, love-lit gold,
chimes its silent bell.
Sulphur flames levitate…
Expand to a peach horizon
where mysterious beings crochet
chestnut dew.

A Silversmith’s sculpture, mistress of fine arts…
Her magic dressed mustardy, mocha-copper
wands October shades.
Her thousand voices gabble
like spirits of virgin Sprites.

Swifts swoop embroidering rings of russet,
through pollen clouded mists
from one hundred flaxen Lilies.
Autumn saturates spiced pumpkin hues,
Late wizard-white Roses suffocate under Knitbone,
their ashes swallowed in absolute nothingness.

Sun’s amber rays crawl
like running wax over a cake…
A vibrant nest of mounted ants
rummage for treasured fruits,
scoffing sad, old apples.

Final whispers of Summer,
ghost breaths of time past
skim through a dazzled season…
Caramel sketches broke her heart.
Now, a paper-cut shadow,
beauty expanded into a violet void.
Pastels will reap dawn’s brushwork once again.

LadyLily

LadyLily

JULY 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Love writing poetry in all styles, stories and working on a novel. Subjects range widely... about life in this world and the next, the beauty of the natural world and the grip of human emotions. First volume of poems self-published on Amazon kindle. 'LadyLily's Poems, Book 1, Wonders of Nature, Life Slices, Life After Life & Netherworlds.
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