John Lawless Poet Sonnet

Time's Charade

The maple trees red tinge sounds the alarm
Begins a blushing curtsy, bowing slow
For Autumn’s but a fleeting warmth’s farewell
The heat of passions peak prepared to go

Weep not as lover’s petals slowly fall
For lust was never meant to linger long
Nor lingering somehow sustain the bees
Or from a frozen beak coax loving’s song

Yet in their passing beauty waves her wand
Exposing in their season life’s parade
The guessing game of Winter, Summer, Fall
Unfolding in the game of Time’s charade

So, let us not weep for the sun and moon
But marvel at the Butterflies cocoon

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Paula Goldsmith September 6, 2025 at 11:22 AM I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Time's Charade" write. Great Ending...  Have a fun day/weekend writing away..........

Gershon Wolf September 4, 2025 at 7:47 PM Wonderful ending there, John. So sonnet-like. :) gw

sara Etgen-Baker September 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM exquisite--a perfectly constructed and meaningful Sonnet! Love the concept of 'Time's Charade' wishing you a pleasant evening John Lawless September 4, 2025 at 11:01 AM I appreciate the visit Sara, glad you enjoyed the red maples ramblings

Hilda Greenhough September 3, 2025 at 12:11 PM A beautiful poem , I especially liked the surprise ending. The change of seasons passes before my eyes. Now Fall gets its turn. A lovely sonnet indeed. John Lawless September 4, 2025 at 10:58 AM thanks for stopping by Hilda, i've always enjoyed writing seasonal poems and the challenge of trying to capture their essence and nuances