Full foliage in summer doth impress
Never would trees in that season disrobe
Yet prim autumn retires to undress
Universally round the entire globe.
Gradually the colours change in tone
Bright and dark green turn golden,red then brown
While whistling winds through skeletal trees moan
Just as the leaves in droves come tumbling down
Stark and bare,wholly denuded they stand
Defenceless,unprettified,beauty shorn
They remain reminders of barren land
Their sole hope is that they will be reborn.
Every season brings its own reward
Autumn prefigures Persephone's Lord.
Categories:
unprettified, autumn, death, hope, seasons,
Form: Sonnet