Ah me.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXXV)


Is it the final month of Autumn frail
Chill'd waltz in like relief frae Summer's sense
Of heat which melts us in a trice, to thence
Leave aught fatigued? Rain sifts off as the trail
Wears that kiss, sweetly wet in aught detail,
My fondness for dear rain the reason hence
The blinds are mostly drawn is't? Vain pretense.
Drive to Panera to see Fall unveil.
Oh yes, October's leaves are yellow. Were
The heat too much, well, what was there to do?
Now that it fin'lly feels like tis in tour
"The season," I fear I've been gyped anew.
How few days til November? Winter'd stir
Next month and I dread that. LORD, I need You.

07Oct25a