Ann Peck Poet Sonnet

September's Song

The summer sun begins to chill,
as Autumn sings September's song.
A briskness falls upon the hills,
days now don't tarry quite so long.

As Summer leaves, she blows a kiss
to lovely blossoms, soon to fade.
Leaves on trees await Autumn's bliss
to preen in red and gold parade.

An artist's dream, those royal hues,
as though the trees must be afire.
No room to spare for lilac-blues
songs of September: heart's desire.

She leaves us with a lust for more.
October opens splendor's door.

September 3, 2022

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Harry Horsman September 6, 2022 at 6:56 AM Love the sonnet form, Ann and your poem goes on to enhance everything i love about it. Truly lovely...Harry

Beryl Edmonds September 6, 2022 at 2:49 AM Love your September’s song written in sonnet form Ann, a lovely month of the year that leads us to autumnal landscapes that bring much cheer… Belle

L Milton Hankins September 5, 2022 at 6:48 PM Ann, this is a lovely autumn poem. I enjoyed it.

Elizabeth Mccann September 5, 2022 at 4:49 PM You've really got that inbetween-ness of September. Then October splendor! Very nice. Elizabeth

Jeff Kyser September 5, 2022 at 3:51 PM This is lovely, Ann. I often write sonnets with 10 syllables, but I must say, I like the flow and meter of the 8 syllable version. Ann Peck September 5, 2022 at 4:45 PM Thanks, Jeff. I much prefer 10 syllables in just about everything. I feel cramped with 8, but did it anyhow. :) Funny how liberating 2 more syllables can be!