Light kissed the buds of mallow
   And welcomed an autumn bloom;
The cups that'd lain so shallow
   Sprung forth and blushed anew.

It meandered as flowing water
   Over the peaks one by one -
Spilling into a tankard
   And joining more in tandem.

Every sparkle on the mounds
   That captures my curious eye
Is one of some polished diamonds
   For me to gaze at and sigh.