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One Tuscan October *
Shades of hot flame
emblazon the sky beyond
the broad Elsa Valley,
so passionate it seems
they should crackle,
yet colors float into twilight
over plucked vineyards
and groves of ripe olives,
captivate like scenes
shifting in a lovely dream,
evening hush haunted
by the flutey postlude
of a faraway thrush.
On a distant
hill, veiled
as apparitions, rosy towers
of San Gimignano hunker
down into dusk
under a blanket woven
in the warp of eternity,
the woof of infinity,
light as the spread
of a thrush’s wings
sheltering the walled town
each dark night
for a thousand years.
* 1st prize in the
2007 NFSPS series of contests,
specifically the Columbine Poets of Colorado Award
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