Against the lemon sky, <br />an oak, naked in delicate black lace, <br />attended by bruised peach fluff. <br />A teal blue sky between. <br /> <br />The face of the scarred moon, <br />early risen above a gable roof, is bloated, <br />glowing like a battered pearl. <br />Black bats dart across its pallid disc <br />and purple clouds are neon-lit too soon.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscapes-collection-autumn-sky/
