Reprieve

October Sun your tawny light streams liquid warmth of sheer delight. 

Your luscious rays melt the haze of disconcerting dreadful days.

Its burst of light transcends the ways of phantoms with their horrid gaze.

 

Autumn rains will wet the trees and sprinkle streets with dewy leaves.

Running, skipping, jumping high through piles of colors whirling by.

Time to draw near.  Harvest is here.  Offers and thanks reach up to the sky.

 

When twilight descends next slumber attends roaming through space with heavenly grace.

Moonbeams fly low then glide and glow to turn dark coal deep indigo.

Dreams that give chase like tatters of lace form traces of  scenes we want to replace.

Yvonne A,

Oct. 2020