Seasons Sonnet


Christina Kopnitsky , Writer

Down, down, down drift the painted autumn leaves,

Softly to the earth, soft dying green grass,

The crisp November air, warm sun, deceives,

Summer running, winter coming, alas.


Snowflakes pretend and flurry light about,

Easy breaths flare from forest creatures, clouds,

Cold mornings leaving frosted grass without,

Warm summer days gone away lacking crowds.


Spring is far and life sent to sleep again,

Quiet houses, fires burn, blankets warm,

The darkness covers and winter sets in,

This last warm fall day will shortly transform,


Summer is gone, pack away memories,

It’s time yet again for snow-covered trees.

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