July 21, 2017 by phicks2012
This comes a little early, maybe, because autumn is still two months away, but in anticipation of cooler weather I offer this little verse, a Spenserian Sonnet written back in 2013 — for our SCA Newsletter “The Equinox” — in April when it ALSO was not Autumn. Go figure!
Spenserian Sonnet No.1: To Autumn
As Summer sinks in grace upon her bed
Of faded blossoms, soon to slumber there,
Fair autumn raises up her tousled head
With wreaths of brilliant foliage in her hair,
To dance upon the green, all golden there,
In russet and in crimson silks to shine,
And in her hands the fruits of nature bear,
She offers harvest bounty’s sweetest wine.
Her brush will paint the world in tones divine,
As ripened grains rise gilded and serene
To add their glory to the bold design,
And bow their heads to greet a glowing queen.
Until in time when Winter’s chilling hand
Shall fall, fair Autumn rules a grateful land.
[28 April 2013]