Flying Free

Today I’m sharing my final poem for the Writing 201 challenge. It’s a sonnet on something that brings me much pleasure, though I’m pretty sure I failed at the apostrophe aspect of the challenge. Still, this poem practically wrote itself, which has never happened to me with a sonnet before. 🙂

I do so love breezy fall days.

I do so love breezy fall days.

It’s really quite a beautiful day,
Despite the wind that blows.
It may not be the breath of May,
But at least it isn’t snow.
The wind, of course, blows lots of things,
Not least among them leaves,
Bright orange, red, and golden things
Which chatter as they flee their trees.
Higher and higher do they swirl
As October’s breath lifts them up on high;
Faster and faster do they twirl
As those below them watch and sigh.
Such sweet pleasure watching leaves gives me
That I long to join them in the heavens, flying free.

What about you – do swirling leaves bring a smile to your face? What’s your favorite time of year?

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Photo 365 #234

One of the things I love to read in the spring (yes, there are a couple of them) is my collection of Shakespearean sonnets.  I don’t know why, but poetry and spring are inextricably linked for me (which works out well, since April is National Poetry Month).

Though I love the plays, the sonnets are the thing for me.  I’m terrible at writing them, but Shakespeare was a master wordsmith and every time I open this book, I marvel at his ability.  I actually have two collections of his sonnets – the volume pictured is a complete collection, while the one it replaced contained only selected poems – and I treasure them both.

If you like Shakespeare’s poetry, might I recommend this site?  I found it the other afternoon and it’s got loads of neat stuff.  Spend a day getting lost in it, or perhaps another book.  Have a great day! 🙂

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Writing 201: Future

The final poetry prompt for Writing 201 involves writing a sonnet about the future.  Talk about saving the best for last!  And of course by best, I mean hardest:

And yet, somehow, I managed to…