Fading Summer

The nights are chill with clear and star-filled skies,
While days of fading summer burn with haze.
The ladies wear the latest fashion craze
To capture wandering eyes and hold their prize,
For soon enough this warmest season dies,
To leave the women robed in autumn’s maze
Of sweaters, wraps, and shawls as all the praise
Is captured by the leaves bedecked for eyes.
But even as sweet summer fades to fall
I think of you and smell the flowers bloom.
The rains of springtime freshen up my mind.
I see your shining smile and I recall
The times I’ve seen it shine within our room.
In you I’ve spring in fading summer’s rind.

This entry was posted on September 17, 2007 at 10:19 pm and is filed under Petrarchan Sonnet, Iambic Pentameter, Poetic Forms. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

| Print