“execution Of Summer” Poem by Munia Khan

A Sonnet for Ian Bowen's challenge called Summer's end XXX

There’s a picture of summer I can see
through my autumnal heart that alleges
the guilt of summer before winter’s plea
chasing no path, the victims are the hedges.

The short promissory note singed by June
has been lost without trace I’m believing.
Winter’s mocking spell on September’s moon
has handcuffed sunshine who talks of leaving.

Dying green, brace yourself! for purple day.
Witness flowers still have something to spread.
Falling and leaving makes the verdict say
that summer will lie in electric bed.

Execution of summer by ink blot!
Summer's picture now gets triple X hot.

Written on 8th August,2011

©Munia Khan 2011