Starred Autumn Eve

A sparkling hurricane moans fatuously
sobbing with honeyed impulse
and blushing loudly in ecstacy.
Whilst chilly winter dances happily
in the mist,
and life holds its head high in presence.
The night draws magenta complexion ,
stars twinkle through the darkness
as I watch through my window.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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