Red harvest

A satin scarlet moon roams
The sky at night...waltzing across the sable aisle
Like a bride afloat-her porcelain tulle trailing
Mistral sighing on fragrant Golden Wattles
Mauve clouds cruise rippling lea
Shadow-dancing into trees
Petaled winds peal into bonfires that hush
Lavender blue eyelids flushed with sleep
Spilling quietude of birds' floral tunes;
In night's fragile darkness...
Lamps flicker...fading to a waking night
A Phlox of stars trip to a tune of lyre
Like a 'forevermore'

Heady my senses, as I sit in moonlight's lush
I drain my pen of my ink
And watch the paper soak it up
I gather my scattered words
I etch a poem..