Craig Cornish Poet Sonnet

Stratus Gray

The laceleaf maple's crimson organs fall
and scatter on the ground like shattered glass,
as naked shadowed fingers shade the pall
and Autumn days prepare to shout their last.
Now in the forest cling the stubborn few
whose tendrils rage against the Winter wind
- die proudly at the helm of fate they knew
the promised gift that nature would rescind.
Yet like the Winter rye on fallow fields
the leaves will sleep to feed the roots of Spring,
to celebrate the births that warmth will yield
and cycle of the promised gift to bring.
   For now the Autumn winks its stratus grays
   reminding us of past November days.

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John Watt April 18, 2020 at 6:25 PM Craig, there is great respect for nature in your well-chosen words, just as I have great respect for your sonnet crafting talent. Beautiful foray into the changing of seasons; I love "the leaves will sleep to feed the roots of Spring". A real joy to read, my friend!

Daniel Turner March 2, 2020 at 12:39 AM I had to come and read the whole thing. It's excellent but you probably know that already:) Craig, I think you write great sonnets. A pleasure to read.

Phil Capitano November 25, 2019 at 7:35 AM Excellent write, Craig, the flow is perfect and your images sharp and clear. Good luck in the contest.

Laura Leiser November 13, 2019 at 1:18 PM Exquisite sonnet with unique depth, Craig! Your take on autumn is intriguing! Perfect form, of course! Good luck in the contest! :)

Sandra Adams November 11, 2019 at 6:32 PM Gosh Craig, this is brilliant...i stand in awe of your talent time and time again...your use of words is always so unique and exquisite....Bravo my friend, best wishes in the contest! :) hugs Craig Cornish November 11, 2019 at 7:07 PM I'm honored Sandy, you're a poet and friend I have much respect for.