In the turns of Autumn
The sky will fold itself
Bright Sol topping to remind you
Of hot summer days now done
And in the curve of Luna’s bottom
What is due
Stars dangle from cool night’s shelf
Of cold winter nights to come
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #186 – Fold
For this week’s Quadrille, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us folding over a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the prompt word “fold”.
Raivenne-lations 
Indeed… already now night is very close to freezing.
A lovely autumnal poem. I like the dangling stars.
Oh! The imagery here!
Especially this:
“in the curve of Luna’s bottom”
Spectacular and fun!