Faded Colors Run on an Autumn Day
Sunday sonnet
Published in
Oct 20, 2024
Hydrangeas hold on tight to any bit
of color fading faster as the ground
is feeling squishy underfoot, and it
won’t stay exactly still. Things shift around.
While moles and voles, the mice and worms, all toil
beneath the ground till frozen tight. I should
stay on this path and not compact the soil.
Life underneath is oft misunderstood.
Earth digs these autumn tones of running ink.
Blues bleeding green, magentas, mauves, cyan
while whiter pigment turns to this rose pink.
Fall flowers fade, fulfilling nature's plan.
These muted colors cast some secret sort
of thought forgot while time is running short.
Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.
