Autumn Sonnet for 2022 following the Commonwealth Games - but could also be for 2025 - by Elizabeth Obadina

 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Howling old falsehoods to out of date tunes.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.

First published 3rd November 2022