Cerise

cerise comes softly 
like a glowing swan-song of trees
it comes lightly 
like violet clouds in the sky 
glossing berry-moist loam 
scarlet the cornucopia 
beaching under the winter sun 
autumn blues 
misty silence 
sea gulls cry
ruddy hues
earth meets sky 
in the north winds’ drift 
my crystal breath curves
into a gentle poesy.