Autumn SestinaA Poem by gabiaimeeMy first try at a Sestina, and I must say this was so much fun to write. Uninspired Writers October Challenge.
Once again brings the autumn
the last of the harvest's golden rows, dried from September's missing rain. The Indian summer succumbs to the cold and the earth is swaddled in an overcast blanket as late afternoon bleeds into the dark. It was as the light gave way to dark, in the crisp, sharp freedom of autumn's breath that you wrapped me in your blanket of flannel and denim. Your icy eyes and golden hair distracted me long enough from the cold for you to shepherd me out of the rain and sleet. But as this celestial rain spilled endlessly forth from the dark October night, I grew progressively cold. My own shadow dimmed the lightness of autumn and the last of the sunshine and its golden gift. Blackness covered me like your blanket. It was within that foggy blanket that I lost my mind. Not even the healing rain could cure me until I met the golden savior who rescued me from the dark. Gone were the barren and wasted autumns. Here, my hands felt less cold. My eyes and lips, too, forgot the cold, for they had been warmed by your flannel blanket. My eyes opened and my lips smiled at autumn; my eyes smiled and my lips opened to welcome the rain. It is true I still fear the fog and the dark but what should happen if your golden radiance does not find me? Will the golden mornings leave me paralyzed in the cold or will the midnights lose me in the dark? Will the blackness return? And will it blanket me in nothingness? I pray for a healing rain so that I will not lose another autumn. I will learn to hold on to the golden autumn as the cold holds on to November rain, ready to cover the earth in dark, foggy blankets. © 2015 gabiaimeeFeatured Review
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