September Embers

In September,

amber apples drop from the branch,

crunch in grass soaked with dew and mist,

kissed by footprints in a damp embrace.

Lace of spiders’ gossamer cobwebs

ebbs on an autumnal breeze.

Trees smoulder, each leaf an ember

in September.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

I have taken a sonnet I wrote last year and rewritten it as a circular poem as my response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #48: Circles and cycle.

Jane has shared a circular poem that came to her couple of days ago, walking by the river in unseasonal heat. It’s a poem that bites its own tail, goes round in a circle and ends up where it started. The lines don’t have to be any particular length or number though it is possible to write a circular poem in a strict meter. The essential is that the last word of the line gives the rhyme to the first word of the following line, and that the first line of the poem is also the last.

The theme is circles and cycles, seasons, life, planetary, whatever we like