Life's Sonnet #2

The fall season is always sad to me,
There is no joy found in the cooling wind,
Leaves falling to the ground give me no glee,
As I think about love's many seasons of Zen.
A tender love that blossoms in the spring,
It grows and it thrives in summertime sun.
Everything’s perfect for the queen and king,
But autumn can unearth love ne’r done.
And now all that's left is winter's cold chill,
To shatter and trash love's bough to the quick.
Leaving forlorn lovers to pay the bill,
And reassemble their love brick by brick.

Will springtime await my secretive thoughts?
Will love return to me or will it naught.

©September 26, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton