Rusty Wet Leaves, a Terza Rima Sonnet
Boots of black on an oak stump, wet by the rains
a forgotten remembrance left long ago
woodpeckers tapping on a birch by the lanes.
moss-covered granite whispers of sun and snow
deer spooked, disappear into the fern and pine
partridge drum in harmony first fast then slow
a small woodland fairy dances so divine
the pathways are covered in rusty wet leaves
the gentle winds now calm along the coastline
hearing calls of far away geese I believe
echo throughout the distant valley's and hills
peaceful surrender unto spring I so grieve.
walking through the town by the old paper mills
the old ways just memories while time stands still.
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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