September 26, 2007

Farewell Summer for I Feel the Fall - A Sonnet


Chipmunks'n squirrels run a race
hoarding nuts at a tizzy pace.
hues ripen, pastels clip
slowly the mercury dips.


Birds retire to warmer places
autumn sombre-summer embraces.
a hot-cuppa coffee calls

unrelenting, mercury falls.


Daytime wanes as nights extend;

green to sleep, does orange send.

Bodies do to quilts commit

mercilessly, mercury plummets.


All puny pawns and puppets, acting but to nature's bid!

Questionable then is history's worth, that writes what MAN did!

8 comments:

D said...

AWESOME...hey in the recent past this is the best poem on the onset of winters.....good job III.

Nasir said...

->" All puny pawns and puppets,
acting but to nature's bid!

Questionable then is history's worth, that writes what man did! "<-

Really nice one...
Keep it up!

Prude said...

Nice...I like the style...21st centure mixed with old world english...mercury added the effect! :)

starry nights said...

Beautiful poem,fall is here. good job.

eshuneutics said...

August thoughts in an easy-flowing sonnet.

Coffee-Drinking Woman said...

quite a nice poem.

Dr. Deb said...

Is this your prose?
Lovely.

Khakra said...

dude i'm drawing a blank