Winter Sonnet Poems

How dark the air that winter brings to bear
Its dampness crawls into my very soul
A sickly moon attempts some light to share
As through the mist...

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I hear the honking of geese overhead;
there is a chill lingering in the air.
And I see scarlet and crimson flames spread
across canopies of green everywhere.

Nights...

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The leaves of autumn blush in crimson hue,
A farewell whispered soft to summer's grace,
As golden light descends to take its place,
And forests don their robes...

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Tiny! Chocolate grain! Medicine for the mind and heart!
In nature's senses of flavours, doesn't this play a part?
Didn't it look granule-like when you the Trinity...

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Like the feel of resurrection in the Spring,
or like great bridges over troubled waters
connecting landmasses, Autumn bridges Summer
from the coming cold. She may well bring...

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Storm dusts of end summer dusk disappear
north wind whistles winter footfall is near
ginger sky dons the silk attire of blue
bent boughs of stripped trees shine...

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You see him in photos of black and white,
standing atop logs drawn by big horses,
he wears a thick wool to stay winter’s bite,
almost as this...

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From the chimes settling morning—
Another time, another change
I slept in your clothes yesterday;
The break in brass and sleep numbing
Red blur— buried color, holding
The lasting eyes...

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Midst the flit wandered mist of lame Autumn
tethered vestige suns, seas a riverbed
failed wanton seasons a whole third it saved
absence to course unforgiving outcome
to no...

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“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
Was how John Keats extolled the Autumntide.
But I’m afraid I like the season less,
For next comes winter that I can’t...

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WHISPERS OF AUTUMN

It wasn’t long before early man realised
The turn of the seasons, a pattern repeated
And that it could be predicted they soon surmised
A change...

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The laceleaf maple's crimson organs fall
and scatter on the ground like shattered glass,
as naked shadowed fingers shade the pall
and Autumn days prepare to shout their...

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A leaf dried to brown maraca, rustles.
Moon-beam driven breeze, curls in ears, whispers.
Subtle call of summer's passing, puzzles.
As green summer grass fades to grey, whiskers.

You...

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The maple, beech, the willow, ash and oak - 
abundant are the trees that shed their leaves,
and in the spring, the goddess Flora weaves
her magic,...

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     Leaves leave deciduous trees in the Fall.
     continue shedding at its earliest.
    ...

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