Thanks, I'm glad that you liked it!

Here's a sonnet that I've shared in a few other places recently. It's one of my personal favorites.

Autumn

Spiraling from the trees to the soil;
Downward drifting leaves, on a quiet day.
Through atmospheres of silent turmoil,
Does each relinquish life to pave spring's way.

Though many a man has yearned for reprieve,
This necessary cyclical circle,
Continues to flow, and nurtures a seed,
That sprouts from the earth like a miracle.

Progression; un-imposed color which fades.
Life gives unto death, death gives unto life;
Relentlessly forward, each of us wades,
Into the soft hands of natures midwife.

We fall like the leaves of an autumn day,
Are caught by the breeze, and carried away.

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