Wanton Beauty

October 21, 2011

Sumac's fire-lit torch

Sumac in October

by Lexie Dean Robertson

First days in autumn make me catch my breath
In sheer amaze that I shall see again
The fruitful beauty of the earth in death
Across the painted pageant of the plain:

A lilac dawn comes up and fades to gray,
A thin white scarf of wild birds trails the sky,
The sumac’s fire a torch to light the day,
And pearly rustlings of the frost drift by;

Against the curve of distant hills, the blue
Of smoky mist falls into purple night;
The pale gold sickle of the moon lifts new
To hew a circled radiance of dim light.

How strange it is that autumn days will lend
Such beauty wantonly for death to spend.

Watercolor sketch of colorful sumac leaves

Watercolor sketch of sumac leaves

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