Sidney Beck Poet Sonnet

Russian Autumn

RUSSIAN  AUTUMN


Season  of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run?

Season of frost that turns the buzzing insects mute, 
Distant friend of the exhausted sun, which grieves
And plots  with him how to strip and freeze the fruit
That clings still to the snowy thatch eaves!


7 October  2019

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Note………..

Keats’  first verse caresses the season in England, 
whereas my own second verse shows the Russian
climate  with seasonal antipathy.

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Heidi Sands October 7, 2019 at 9:39 AM Very nice :) Sidney Beck October 7, 2019 at 11:35 AM Thanks a lot !!