The fallen leaves lay strewn on the ground,
resplendent in their gold, whilst up above
the screeching jay — a blaze of brilliant blue —
competes with magpie at the feeding station.
Sparrows, dressed in drab, with dove and finch
forage and feed on scratchings in the grass,
and startled, whir as one to hide and watch
and wait while tawny, sharp-clawed predator
creeps, crouches, switches tail, departs.
The last warm wind of summer shakes the trees
and sends leaves rattling down. The lady bugs
take shelter ‘neath this blanket, sleep and dream.
For Autumn’s not the end, just Nature’s pause.
To give much needed rest, its only cause.
#Sonnet #Autumn #AutumnalEquinox #Poetry
4 thoughts on “Autumn”
Lovely use of language, Margaret. Move over, Keats!
Ann, you are too kind! I doubt I will be replacing Keats in English Lit classes. But, it’s always nice to receive encouraging comments.
Love the picture you painted with your beautiful words. Just a pause, but a very long pause for folks up north.Thank you. Enjoy the fall colors.
Thanks you for both of your kind comments.