Flutterbyes

autumn sonnet

 

Flutter byes

 

The autumn leaves fall from the trees.

Twirling and dancing in the breeze.

Like ghosts of summer butterflies

 although they don’t deceive my eyes.

My poets mind says otherwise.

Transmogrifies them easily,

 assisted by their autumn guise.

 Into bright coloured butterflies.

Like butterflies they dance and play

but they will fall eventually.

Down to the ground and rot away

 And form a mulch to feed each tree.

On which trees live as they should do.

Though for a little while they flew.

 

16-Oct-08

 

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Reviews

[Alex Annesty]

I love the way you combine rhythm and image in your poems. This is a great example, where even the title forms part of the word play and imagery. Delightful.

[Lena M. P.]

This was wonderful. Light, fun, great imagery, and philosophical. The other day I went way out into the country and while driving down a dirt back road I disturbed a passel of monarchs. This poem brought that back to me and made me smile. Autumn leaves are like butterflies! Nicely written.