An Autumn Sonnet

(Another in the same series)

As lazy summer falls to autumn’s end

And leaves that once were green turn read and brown

And blooms now blown towards the earth do bend

The comes the first of frost to dust the ground.

The ripened apple drops to waiting earth,

And golden corn is cut and held in store.

The hope that grew through summer comes to birth,

And drives the future to that open door.

And man, for weary months, has walked alone

With burden fast upon his aching back,

Whilst seeking for an answer to his quest;

Now walks with urgent steps, and worry shown,

The days to search are counted by their lack

The need to reach a haven puts the test.

(c) 2nd witch, 08/01/10