Summer ended in a blaze of glory
In a glitter of bronze, silver and gold.
Now news channels disgorge diff’rent stories
O’er wilted blooms for golden days grown cold.
Slate-grey thunder clouds swirl, dance and muster
Turbulent hurricanes, floods, and typhoons.
Autumnal tyrants and swindlers bluster
Howling old falsehoods to out of date tunes.
Whilst beech, hazel and chestnuts spill rich fruit
Nature slows, sighs and sleeps ‘neath the chill rain
And oak trees dump acorns hoping they’ll shoot
Into new trees should next spring bloom again.
But first winter, which brews grim, ice-cold fears
Of earth lying frozen for a thousand years.
2 comments:
Yea! A sonnet, at last! There are some lovely images in this, Liz. I particularly like the lines "In a glitter of bronze, silver and gold" and "Whilst beech, hazel and chestnuts spill rich fruit". Nice to see "whilst" used as opposed to "while" -- it's more English that way! I do like a nice Shakespearean sonnet. This is a welcome addition to our often-neglected sonnet section. :)
Alex
Very poetic, rich and vivid. I love the Autumn tyrants "howling old falsehoods to out of date tunes." I like that among the Autumn beauty, there is a sense of something a lot less comfortable.
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