The Sorrow
Autumn set the skies ablaze
Flames from scepter burst
As meadows wither toward soil
Succumbing to their thirst
Auburn hair billows wildly
Glowing intensely as her gaze
In an inferno of supremacy
Commands execution of Maize
And all other crop- its exodus
Conforming to their need
As creatures large and small
Must ration, Winter’s greed
Her life measured by leaves
As they spiral to the ground
Her jewels fade upon the earth
To form her burial mound
And in the wail of a north wind
The first snowflake does descend
Foreseen, her fever must fall
To announce her sister’s transcend
A frosty morning observes her sister
With icicle staff in embrace
Pointing the wand toward Autumn
A tear spills to freeze on her face
And with curse toward Mother Nature
Howls rush through naked limb
As Autumn fells her crown
And Winter’s spell must begin
Autumn lay suspended-
Imagines a sister she will never see
For Spring, forever out of reach
Is discovered only in a dream
Autumn slumbers in her icy vault
Till three seasons find their leave
Only returning to claim her right
When Summer, she must bereave
Mother Nature birthed four daughters
Family doomed to ‘ever meet
Except, in that tortured moment
That must reclaim- a sovereign seat.
© Sherrie Ball
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-11-05 09:13:46
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