Autumn Glides Away

There lies a way to heaven by that lake, My sickness gone, I fear no chilly mist; A redwing calls me, dawn is now awake, The fragrant autumn air I can't resist. There is my home far from this cottage small, Where honeysuckles with gold aspens mate, And purple sweetgums love their mother Fall, Oblivious of their harsh wintry fate. November Rain! Your icy arrows smart Those scarlet berries on the woody hill. Let the thrush sing once more till I depart, Let his mellifluous throat subtly trill. True is this blazing hue— October's art, A timeless souvenir stashed in my heart. 10th November, 2019 New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet