OctPoWriMo Day Five - Autumn's Sonnet

Today's prompt was to write a poem about the Autumn Season. While I waited on my ride to take me to the second session of General Conference, I spent a lot of time looking out of my window. Now Autumn may be here in my town season-wise and weather-wise, but visually, it's not quite here yet. Most of the leaves are still green. But I saw some (a few, rather) in the parking lot of my complex fly and swirl as the wind blew. I thought, why not write up Autumn as a person, and that moment where the leaves had flown could be caused by her blowing kisses? Why not write about how the daylight comes later during the Autumn season and make it seem like Autumn is sleeping late?

So here's my attempt.

Autumn's Sonnet

The Summer seems to sleep very little
During her time here quite long are her days
Leaving discretely before the air becomes brittle
Just as quietly Autumn makes her way
The Autumn sleeps a little later than the Summer
Her light for the day may come a little slow
But, oh is she still quite the stunner
Coming dressed in dazzling colors to show
Colors that flow and sway with the wind she brings
She blows gentle kisses so those leaves can fly
Slowly dancing along with the windy song she sings
She offers us those delicate moments we cannot buy
Yes, the Autumn does awaken a little late
Maybe it's so that her beauty we can appreciate

- LWV

Sending a big thanks
To you, Hyde Park Poetry
It was a great week! :-)
-L. Verella