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Winter of Our Discontent

Autumn chilly days will soon be over,
There will be no bees over the clover.
The last vermillion leaves some red some gold
The breeze blows and my heart is much too cold.

I walk aimlessly in an unknown path,
My heart is like a sea with ugly waves.
How dare she, aloof. look away from me?
Has she forgotten those lambent days free?

Days spent in love and full of happy glee,
Whispering sweet nothings neath the oak tree.
Now she would not even acknowledge me
As she ambles the busy town, feeling free.

I do not love you anymore, she said.
Love is fickle, as autumn leaves fell dead.

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M. L. Kiser

January 11, 2022 at 3:56 PM

Wow, gives me pause, winter "is fickle" and so can be some people at times. Well done.

Kim Rodrigues

January 6, 2022 at 4:24 AM

Makes the cold even colder…love lost.

Valsa George

January 6, 2022 at 12:30 AM

Sometimes we are made to believe that love and friendship are all fickle ! People turn sides in no time. Those who once loved so intent may walk away ! It is life and indeed painful ! This is a lovely penning.... Victor. As Shelley says.... 'our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought'!

Ann Gilmour

January 5, 2022 at 11:31 PM

So sad when one falls out of love yet the other does not - heartbreaking... You are a master at writing such poems dear Victor, capturing these emotions with your poetic words. With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Joanna Daniel

January 5, 2022 at 9:07 PM

What a deep poem about human love's fickleness, Victor! Only God's love is without condition and everlasting:) that much is true:)

Evelyn Judy Buehler

January 5, 2022 at 7:00 PM

Beautiful autumn imagery helps to convey the heartbreak of a lost love in this magnificent poem. Too bad summer couldn't last. A wonderful verse, and the title is so fitting, Victor.

Mystic Rose Rose

January 5, 2022 at 2:02 PM

love can be fickle love can be true, it all depends on who , nicely penned, with an etch of sorrow , :)

Debra L Brown

January 5, 2022 at 1:21 PM

Victor, a heartfelt poem. I love the emotions and the picture you painted. Blessings,Debra

Eve Roper

January 5, 2022 at 11:53 AM

As the past rolls farther back, we seem to wonder of it did it really happen. She loves me she loves me not. Great imagery and heartbreak emotions written. Hugs Dear friend

Darlene De Beaulieu

January 5, 2022 at 11:11 AM

Hello Victor, sometimes the love so strong does not last. Enjoy your day my friend.

Judy Ball

January 5, 2022 at 8:05 AM

WoW! Beautifully written with great emotion here of a young swain who has been rebuked. He is hurt and angry. But she is not the only fish in the ocean. He will survive. Good stuff here as always Victor. God Bless, JB

Sotto Poet

January 5, 2022 at 6:30 AM

Victor, you've composed an intensely emotional poem. You've portrayed a stunning, vivid picture of Autumn's splendor in your writing. Your days together under the acorn tree seemed to have been filled with sensuality and pleasure, and you appeared to have enjoyed a delightful time. Wonderful Sonnet.

Anne-Lise Andresen

January 5, 2022 at 6:25 AM

- Beautifully written about autumn ...the love was not deep or real ... :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Paulette Calasibetta

January 5, 2022 at 5:19 AM

Ah~you paint a lovely nostalgic picture of autumns beauty; yet so "fickle"breaking our hearts leaving us with the chilly dark days that winter brings. Well done! Blessings, Paulette

Tom Cunningham

January 5, 2022 at 5:15 AM

Well written sonnet Victor, when a relationship ends it can be devastating. Tom

Vijay Pandit

January 5, 2022 at 5:13 AM

Excellent emotive write, Victor. Superbly done description of autumn's falling leaves--and the fickle love ending. Days spent in love and full of happy glee, Whispering sweet nothings beneath the oak tree...