Sonnet 278

I look out on a cold autumnal day,
Where last remaining leaves so desperate cling
To humbled branches that did once display
Their verdant wealth as some illustrious king;
These riches gone, spent assets on the ground
Though in their forms enlightening worth remains
That they, once living majesty so crowned,
Lay razed by force no right could there contain.
So lies clear proof in rumpled rust stained ruin
That every living sovereign has a span
Where even in proud glory of full bloom
No power known can times’ bid countermand;
By love’s great strength I yet here so decree,
That summer ever live in this and thee.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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