Autumn Sonnet
Is Spring a better beauty than the Fall
with insects seeking sweetness as they fly?
Or is the Autumn prettier than all
due to the brightness of the leaves that die?
How brief the kiss so colorful and rare
of orange, red, and brown to name a few.
Yet crisp and clean the smell of colder air
with chill that comes when the first frost is due.
The barns are pregnant with the nature’s yield
as pewter thunder colors crown the skies.
Now laid stark bare are waving Summer fields…
the harvest feast is set before our eyes.
The Autumn season most outshines the rest
and with respect we say, "Come Fall, Be Blessed."
10/22/19
Your best sonnet July-December 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsor, John Hamilton
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