We met on the crossing quite by chance;
She was coming from Spring.
Her hot, yellow breath keeping us warm
During those last few months.
The green, freshness of spring
Changed by her warming rays.
Her long, long hot days,
Changing the colours to straw.
The occasional silver of rain
Coating the ground with new grass.
We met on the crossing quite by chance;
And I was going to Winter.
My cool, shortening days , warning of winter.
Leading the way from reds and oranges,
To the whites and browns.
And the long black nights soon to come.
But this is my time, the crisp frosty mornings,
Her cool yellow breath leading the way
Into the rich colours so varied and bright
That make me so loved by all.
We met on the crossing quite by chance;
The place where Summer found Autumn.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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A beautiful sonnet Andy with great images and nice metaphor very nice.
Most kind soren, thank you.
Andy
This is a beautiful poem.The dance of the Seasons.Well done Enjoyable
Very much appreciated David, thank you.
Andy
Where the seasons meet, a favored place to be at most times. Sort of like a crossroads moment in our life journey, almost like that fork in the road not taken of Frost’s work. 🙏🏻🕊
So true arqios, thank you.
Andy
You’re welcome Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
The meetings of the seasons with lovely imagery, wonderful read
Most kind Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
Excellent write Andy
Much appreciated Tony. Thank you.
Andy
You're welcome
A fine write Gold. I can't say my experience with KP was the same. We too met on a crossing though - a level crossing. I forgot to tell her a train was coming while I dashed to safety. Behave Orchi, says Fido. lol.
Thanks Orchi.
Gorgeous poem dear Andy. 🌹
Most kind Teddy, thank you.
Andy
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