A Grievance Against The Trees (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   Sep 4, 2017

Each time the leaves vacate their em'rald perch,
A grief in me begins to twist and burn;
Perhaps, to them, an em'rald has no worth,
And so they fall and so I grieve and yearn.
The summer sun burns dimmer than before,
So never tricks my heart or tempts my mind.
This battle has become a yearly war,
But golden rays no longer leave me blind.
And so my feet make paths through all that's been -
The rustle racks my soul and breaks my bones.
To think I walk on waste that once was green,
And sing the Fall in perfect monotone.
Each year you dress your limbs and tease us all,
But hark! I hear the winter's blasted call.


Ben Pickard 2017


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  • 3 months ago

    by Phil

    you had me at the title haha

  • 3 months ago

    by Sherry Caayupan

    I love the flow of this poem! Two thumbs up! Can you like some of my other poems? I gave a like on this! Have a nice day... ;)

  • 3 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    I wish you could see me clapping right now! I like Sonnets
    and when they are done tastefully that too about nature well
    it becomes my all time favorite! You are becoming one fine writer
    and soon you will be publishing!

    • 3 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      I don't know about that, Meena but thank you anyway!

  • 3 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    'You dress your limbs and tease us all'
    Brilliant line! This is lovely Ben and I'm one of those that mourns summer too.

  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Well, Mr. Summer, this is so beautifully written. We have no winter over here, but summer is best.

    Your sonnets are really lovely, Ben. I can spend my day just reading through your page. I really hope to write one soon. :-))

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