Oh, Fall! Thou art too easy on the eyes
With the crunch of russet leaves underfoot.
What sweet flaming leaves! Enthralled by the bise,
That force thine to dilly-dally afoot.
October! Thou maketh mine days so vibrant,
Gazing thee every morn is mine best-loved.
Thou hugged the hills dear and make mine heart pliant,
Never have thou left no heartstrings unmoved.
Fall! Thou gave a gay brown last but kindly.
Nothing falls so tame like thy tanned falling.
Race of thy countless yellow flows gently.
Thy fairly bracing, but too arresting.
Ah! Thou cosmic fall, I sigh to thy grace.
Mine brittle bosom falls for thee with praise.
~ Sabina Sangzela
About the poem:- It’s a poem about fall. The poet shows her amicable connection with the season. It is a sonnet written in Iambic Pentameter with rhyming pattern ABAB.
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