Hello #Autumn, with apologies to the Bard.
#poetry
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
Do not compare me to a summer’s day.
While, although lovely, temperate? Not I.
Rough winds no pause give me in night or day,
They blow and I do join them in their sigh.
#poetry
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
Do not compare me to a summer’s day.
While, although lovely, temperate? Not I.
Rough winds no pause give me in night or day,
They blow and I do join them in their sigh.
Sometimes too cold October’s breezes blow,
And thus require my heat to comfort give.
With this, well-fortified, you then shall know
I need no summer sun in which to live.
And thus require my heat to comfort give.
With this, well-fortified, you then shall know
I need no summer sun in which to live.
Adorned I am in Autumn’s motley shade,
Whose colors, vivid, carpet fading lawn,
For tempered sun and wine-warmed nights I’m made,
As Death doth flee me; I am not his pawn.
So long as men embrace the later year,
So long lives love from those who hold no fear.
© 2018 RC deWinter
Whose colors, vivid, carpet fading lawn,
For tempered sun and wine-warmed nights I’m made,
As Death doth flee me; I am not his pawn.
So long as men embrace the later year,
So long lives love from those who hold no fear.
© 2018 RC deWinter
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