Ardensfax
February 6th, 2011, 12:38 PM
Hi, I wrote this sonnet a while ago, decided to post it up on here to see what people think. Any feedback much appreciated!
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Now Autumn’s fist is closing on the world
The forests in dramatic antibloom
The static hisses crack and rustle
In the shadowed, golden-silver storm light.
The day is growing old and amber-skied
The long-dead trees, their tombs of choking leaf
And shrouds of ivy torn and flung aside
As clouds of birds, like thrown smoke take to flight
On days like this, the wind is plain to see
In the shadowed, golden-silver storm light.
It runs in vortex whirls and streaming flows
Creating paths that just as swiftly close
A living tide that feigns retreat then grows
In the dappled, golden-silver storm light.
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Now Autumn’s fist is closing on the world
The forests in dramatic antibloom
The static hisses crack and rustle
In the shadowed, golden-silver storm light.
The day is growing old and amber-skied
The long-dead trees, their tombs of choking leaf
And shrouds of ivy torn and flung aside
As clouds of birds, like thrown smoke take to flight
On days like this, the wind is plain to see
In the shadowed, golden-silver storm light.
It runs in vortex whirls and streaming flows
Creating paths that just as swiftly close
A living tide that feigns retreat then grows
In the dappled, golden-silver storm light.