Come Leaves Burst v3

[ChristopherSea]

Come Leaves Burst
Trait o'er sun breaks the dale.
Frost's house glows, cream egg
polished tooth, candle mass, whey

over trees. The stamen daisy
windows direct, connect, stripe
the barwaken sky dripping

rainbow strait watercolour
melting snow blue. Cold, rapt,
enwrapped cold, old night pulls

the Queen, who names the vale,
to heave all winter's rain,
hooked, eyed, crochet quavered

gown; frock coated vain veil
virgin rolling, rolling, retreating
up and aft, to the river.

jeremy, I think you are posting all of the polished gems from your book. Occasionally dialect throws me, but the atmosphere of this poem is gorgeous. I especially like 'Frost's cream egg.' A watercolour indeed, with no critique really necessary, thank you for sharing this poetry.