(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCXXXIX)
Red tinges last month's green'ry with a sense
Of pure denouement in each last detail,
Whilst heat stirs waves in thin air like t'avail
Who howls oer losing Summer with July. Dense
With import, how few notice? Elsewise thence
We hasten to indulge in what wee bail
Remains ere Fall's conclusion rings in stale
Old Winter to stalk hearts which love pretense.
I've watched the flocks of birds for weeks now stir
The painful note of is't sheer Death? If blue
Skies seem more bland or silent, they're demure.
Ye feel it in yer bones whilst we anew
Deny what's chasing transient joys. It were
Grave folly since all urges we seek You.
25Aug24
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Masterfully written Cheeky Missy!
Such a timeless piece, penned in a classical gravatas, that paints such marvelous scenes.
Thank you for sharing, bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Thank you so VERY much! I appreciate your kindness more than words can say. Hope all is well with you!
You are very welcome, and I am doing OK, thanks!
A wonderful Sonnet,
just resonates with greatness! 🏆
Elegantly penned, 🖊️
much enjoyed poetess!! ✌️
Thank you for sharing!! 😊
Best wishes 🌞🤗🌹Thad
Thank you so very much, good Sir!
Wow this is music, how very beautiful. 🌹
Oh, you're too kind. Thank you!
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