(sonnet # CCXXIX)
Oh who could kiss Adieu to scenes like these?
Without a twinge of grief at losing air
That breathes such melodies, by day so fair,
By night how sweetly serenades the leas
And countryside's free solace; as the trees
Stand stately with their leaves still cloaking; where
The shadows tease as zephyrs softly pair
With golden light, enticing with such ease.
Ere ev'ning veils the colours, peach clouds in
Light blue skies gently float or fade to grey
While navy racks the crimson sunset win
With hints of late fall trim, the gloaming's sway
Half-somber. Summer's last goodnight's akin
To all dread partings, in this day's decay.
22Sep11