Autumn Chill – a sonnet

I am writing a long sequence of sonnets that will see publication in 2023. I thought it might be fun to share some of them in advance.

A sonnet is included below, along with an audio recording of me reading it.

Autumn Chill

I no longer mind your troubled brow
naked like a frosted winter field.
I cannot soothe it now.

And if I see those hands no longer held
as slick ministers of your lies
I should remember summer days
when there was harvest in our eyes.

Neither vanity nor self-praise
drives my search for words to use
in recompense for what’s no longer mine.
I forage without excuse
for sanctuary against the blizzard Time,
my only comfort when I’m frail and old
to stare down the triumph of your bitter cold.

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