The Web Poetry Corner - Phil Pochurek - Autumn Haze
Autumn Haze
by
Phil Pochurek
Caught in the rising glance
Of a burgundy moon,
Is the lenient odor of burning wheat.
Calico leaves play
Merrily in the forest
Each their own painting,
Making a canvas of whatever thay touch.
The moon having long since died
Sheds his deathly pale light,
Over an open meadow.
It is here the deer have come to graze
In a breath of smoke,
In a rustle of leaves,
A most pleasingly subtle Autumn Haze.