Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
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I love the colorful wordage used in this piece. The chilly purple air and gulf of clear, unfathomed blue. I had never heard of this poet until today, and already I love her and her work.
I was looking for a poem to put out in our library display about the autumn. At long last I found this.The poem actually made me feel as the voice in it. And my soul got filled with the divine enchantment. Many thanks for setting this site!