The summer has departed: autumn’s here.
The lazy, torpid days have fled in tears,
Afraid of chilly days, afraid of cold.
The ruby leaves replace the sunny gold,
Accompanied by silver of the clouds.
The daisy’s petticoats are dry and brown,
Discarded in farewell to lovely youth
In favour of their barren stems and roots.
But no more rain or tears! Enough of that!
The year moves on, forgetful of the past.
We’ll watch the geese fly south; we’ll wait for snow,
While treasuring the warmth that we have known.
Farewell, farewell to dearest summertime –
What joy we’ve felt, what joy we’ll always find!
What a beautiful poem talking about the autumn! >Good job Mike!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susie! I'm sure that the autumn is much different where you live!
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery. Favourite phrase: daisy’s petticoats.
ReplyDeleteFor what my opinion is worth, I thought the last line would have scanned better as:
What joy we’ve felt, what joy we’ll find again!
Thank you, Mulled Vine. Upon reading the sonnet again, my intention of leaving the reader with the hope that beauty and joy continues to exist after the summer never really comes across strongly from the rest of the poem...so I will keep your edit in mind when I edit the sonnets in the future. If only editing sonnets were as simple as inserting and modifying new words without screwing with the rhyme schemes and/or iambic pentameter...I would be content!
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