The Awe Autumn Bestows
When Autumn rises, I shall seek her awe,
for crimson leaves descend with their soft grace.
On canvas I see sites I long to draw
while feeling the cool breeze against my face.
Some colors shade the dark to bestow light.
Medallion grounds with beauty in my view,
the rays ascending down from heaven’s sight.
The birds fly south and seek skies of teal blue.
I rest my head to feel the season’s woe,
for Winter soon shall be here with his chill.
I know it will be hard to let her go,
but Autumn has her charm and always will.
I can’t explain the splendor I foresaw-
when Autumn rises, I shall seek her awe.
June 1, 2019
Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Dale Gregory Cozart
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2019
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