Behold, upon yon ivy bunch, my darling blackbird sings;
I know not why nor shall I try to understand such things.
For born this morning on a song, pray hark, her sweet refrain;
to chance a sigh, oh, dare not I, for this is God's domain.
Out of the night the art of song in tuning in the day;
unknowed afore or evermore such music on display.
'Tis love begad, a lover's song, a diva, I declare,
in soaring o'er both vale and moor, this morning's love affair.
In wonder's charm, this precious bird in song to comfort me.
Alone I stroll, no proffered soul to share my company.
Yet rare this morn, in splendours all, true love like none afore;
let passions roll, in song extol, in verse the morn's rapport.
Be succour in such music found for autumn ails me so,
when summer's run, the harvest done, to rest my scythe and hoe.
Of idle lands and nowt ado, to wait without employ.
Yet, hail the sun, my kingdom won, when sings that bird of joy.
Behold her charm and charmed, I am while autumn leaves still fall.
'Tis life anew, a sweeter brew when hear the songstress call.
Though winter’s nigh, with strength and will, we’ll bear our pain and fear;
'tis all to do, good hearts and true, sings autumn's sonneteer.
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Tony Grannell (
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Brilliant! Every once in blue moon comes a poem that holds classic grace and charm, such it this. Truly magnificent in its rhyme and rhyme scheme its meter so well paced and the flow very smooth. The story completes a full circle of the seasons and the metaphor with life itself is well done. In a way it seems like Poe and in another like Willis, especially in the rhyme scheme that resembles his (Unseen spirts) one of my favorites. This is an instant fave
This is a masterpiece. Incredible structure and cadence and rhyme.It is as perfect as can be.Well done
Wow! Masterfully written. Classically lyrical and the seasonal progression from Spring to Summer to Fall to Winter...the cycle and song of life and death. Superb. Bravo. Faved! 🌹👏
"....four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie--" and they seem characteristically extremely flirtatious, most notably in the Fall. Expertly utilizing that term to excellent effect, I love your rhythmic style which adds so much to the perusal it's more pleasurable than not. Gorgeously rendered with delicious imagery and a delightful poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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