Autumn sun

An inspecting light now hangs
Expecting woods reject themselves
A foliar free-falling festival fashions
Itself, an expressive parade of wind-arching lanterns.

This light will soon end
And senesce to hang in the air
Drawing sequences for none to dance to
Inspecting light now inwards
Will inspect the black-dogs' dance instead.

Reviews

[Soren]

There is a careful play on words here with most similar sounds weaving a tapestry into the piece. Very nicely done

[William Kremer]

Thank you very much for the kind words and your time Soren, I greatly appreciate it.

[Soren]

You are most welcome