Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: Autumnal Sense


The scorching summer seemed to end at last;
Mid-summer rain had done its duty, part;
Most people heaved a sigh although aghast;
All prayed to God to have a change of heart!

God heard the fervent pleas of beast and men;
The breeze of autumn blew across the yard;
A change of season, Maker ushered then;
This summer made life really too hard!

I was about to leave my cabin fast;
A mug of chocolate hot remained in hand;
I stared at leaves that flew my window past;
Gold, red and brown, they piled when they did land.

The leaves had gathered near the worn out fence;
And very soon, I got the autumn’s sense!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-08-2013

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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