I ask my students to write sonnets. This is one of those. Thanks for letting me post it here, Taylor. This is her photo, too.
by Taylor McComb
The sky above my head has grown profound
For Fall is framed in varied shades of grey.
The time it spends here rivals time away,
And only cold is sharper than the sound
Of beating wings, and leaves churning about.
But dappled ground will give to frosty slate
And all the beauty heretofore I’d hate
Will quickly turn on heel and hurry out.
The taste of autumn on my lips will fade
Misfortunately settling in will be
My hunger for it, searching for the key
To lock out ache of winter in the shade.
My yearning for a season like my home
May ask too much for one who likes to roam.