Keeping the Seasons

A Sonnet of a Sprite

I have just one poem for this week: a sonnet written after watching raindrops glitter from the acacia branches. Nature herself celebrates every season in its own way; hence this poem.

Keeping the Seasons

Just half a year ago, the slender boughs
Of sweet acacia were festooned for May,
As though some sprite of unknown holiday
Had marked observance with a bright carouse
Of golden baubles. So her solemn vows
Found celebration in the bold array
Of scented blooms that bobbed there spray by spray
Beneath the branches.  Now the autumn’s roused
Her once again, it seems.  No longer gold,
She’s hung the silver raindrops one by one
From twigs and leaf tips, where they glitter just
As brightly in November breezes.  Hold
Observance of the day: how is it done?
Here stand with winter’s blessing, keep the trust.

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