Satinpods    

The honesty plants, standing still,  
all sport a misty moonbeam glow  
by quarter phase lunar halo  
commanding her December chill  
by hallowed fringe of sovereign gold  
surrounded by a hint of peach  
as if it had that tint to teach  
these last few weeks of autumn cold,
where silver dollars, still standing,  
are seemingly eager to earn
a lunar lesson where they learn  
how to keep their coins blanding  
and as transparent as a ghost...
where eidolon itself osmosed.