In silence,


    the fading summer passes,


    the plovers fly,


    the river gleams golden


    where amber half-lights wane,


    a dreaming kiss of the golden season


    as the flowers wither.


    Walled with far indigoes


    of the slumbering year,


    The season on a windless altar burns;


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.Splendid as rubies


    glittering on a sea of sand.


    My heart has taken


    from the torched leaf


    A swiftly soaring glory,


    and the grief


    Of withering hope is colored


    like the dying year,


    with scattered petals


    and dandelions drifting


    into the west.