A late summer sun reaches with long rays
Holding tightly as its grip starts to fail.
This moment stretches too, not giving way
To harsh Autumn’s change, but to no avail.
A soothing glow of farewell, then it’s gone,
Another victim by rushing Time felled,
For even with the same sweet words this song
Serenades less sweetly each time replayed.
The leaves that gently brushed ambitious hands
That climbed heedlessly into swaying heights,
Now feel burdening time strangle with bands
Of changes, differences that crept by night,
Subtly bleaching away innocent green,
Yet, dying, burst anew with golden flame.
GOK- This captures my sense of loss here, and your conclusion flips that sense by addressing the color and light of fall. This well crafted sonnet uses rhyme and meter well, too. There's not a rhyme here that sounds forced. Well done!
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