Sonnet (6): The Goldening Hour

At last, how summer’s verdant slumber-shroud
Is lifting, Nature’s secret revelation
A-shining forth in conflagration
Bold-proclaimed, in colours loud
Vermillion, orange, and gold that’s proud
Exult: the season’s peroration
Proclaiming Earth’s transfiguration
Beneath the drifting autumn clouds,
And further still to subtle vapours high
To minds that span the widths of space
To silent stars that sprinkle winter sky
In spheres transcending time and place
Where syllogisms wither up and die
And eternal choirs sound in silent grace.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Nikoleta Kypriandis says:

    WonneVoll !


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