(sonnet # CCLV)
Leaves crackle crisply underfoot or blow
In madcap races, swirling merr'ly through
The nippy air, or skitt'ring 'long, no clue
Of whither heading, while the pretty show
Their hardier fellows colourf'lly bestow
Now dances, rustling to the breezes' cue,
Translucent, casting shadows when the blue
Skies glow so clear, playing briskly in wind's flow.
O lovely Autumn day! Th'unclouded morn
Reflects quite richly azure on the mere,
So lively in the hearty air, newborn
And beautiful with greens, reds, ochres here,
A touch of purple there; all drest, half-shorn,
Delights, fall filing life with so much cheer!
14Oct11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This began innocently enough, as an attempted description of the joys of that lovely fall day. By its conclusion I began to think it might make the first of a trio. However, setting that hopeful project aside for other sonnets, that promising day is gone; now I think the best I might make of it is a set of two. So far this is all I have. (And what a losing title!)
- Category: Reflection
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