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