Rob Levasseur Poet Sonnet

Seasons Fade

When that farmer Spring timely plants her seed
in her breast forms a soft fragile vase
seasoned over with sun and rain take heed
young Flora grows hopeful in a secret place.
Summer tills where doubt before had grown
watered with passion petals unfold in the heat
youth inhaling the scent that’s sown
senses not cool evening’s breath on Augusts’ sweet.
abrupt Fall comes in to shake the boughs of fruit
and my heart’s murmur feels too soon a tune
cruel Winter playing upon a frigid flute
an epitaph scribbled on soft petals too soon.
As seasons fade flowers blossom then die away
expel their breath to sing another day.


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Regina Mcintosh January 15, 2021 at 3:41 AM This is a lovely and creative sonnet. I enjoyed it as I love the seasons so much... God bless you with many more Rob Levasseur January 15, 2021 at 9:52 AM Thanks so much Regina. Nature is a very common theme within my poetry. It affects me deeply in all its splendors.

Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2021 at 9:13 PM The personification so amazing, I did not notice at first it was also a sonnet. Wow! Rob Levasseur January 15, 2021 at 9:52 AM One of my most rigorous challenges to date. Thanks for the read.

John Watt January 10, 2021 at 12:23 PM Hi Rob, I am a sonnet lover and will try to check out your other sonnets in the coming weeks. This is very lovely in its imagery of winter to spring transition. I especially liked the lines " young Flora grows hopeful in a secret place" and "cruel Winter playing upon a frigid flute". Quite a talent you have. If I haven't already said it, welcome to Poetry Soup ~ John Rob Levasseur January 10, 2021 at 12:33 PM Thank you kindly John. I wrote this sonnet as a metaphor for the passing and rebirth of love. I tried to use the seasons to express that theme. I'm grateful for your thoughtful coents.