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Summary

A poem titled "SONNET: A Resplendent Autumn Wave of Replenishing Rhythm" reflects on the cyclical changes in nature, particularly in a marshy landscape during autumn, as observed by the author, William J Spirdione.

Abstract

The poem "SONNET: A Resplendent Autumn Wave of Replenishing Rhythm" captures the essence of autumn in a marshland, describing the aftermath of rain that has traveled from the north, bringing life to the grasses that sway between aspen groves and maple stands. The vivid colors of the season are juxtaposed with the transient nature of the flora, as the evergreens stand witness to the rapid changes occurring overnight. The poem suggests a natural cycle where everything but the evergreens fades, only to be renewed after a period of decay or disturbance, such as fire or pestilence. The author, William J Spirdione, expresses a sense of contentment and resilience in the face of change, advocating for embracing the rhythm of nature and disregarding the static presence of the evergreens. The poem was published by The Howling Owl, with acknowledgments to Zay Pareltheon and Viraji Ogodapola for their role in its publication.

Opinions

  • The author admires the resilience and rhythm of nature, particularly the seasonal changes that bring about a renewal of colors and life in the marshland.
  • There is a sense of amusement attributed to a pine tree, which seems to scoff at the transient nature of the surrounding flora.
  • The poem conveys a philosophical stance that life is a cycle of growth, decay, and rebirth, with the evergreens symbolizing endurance amidst constant change.
  • The author expresses gratitude towards The Howling Owl and specifically Zay Pareltheon and Viraji Ogodapola, indicating a positive relationship and perhaps influence on his work.

SONNET

A Resplendent Autumn Wave of Replenishing Rhythm

And a story had to be written

Photo by William J Spirdione

The rain has fallen. Drainage from the north has made it down here to this marshy land. The grasses flowing swim so freely forth. They run from aspen grove to maple stand.

Bright yellows and some orange sound so small. The mist was just a wisp at near knee height. A pine tree looking down amused at all this frantic change that happens overnight.

I’ll rule this place just soon enough he thought. Most everything but evergreens will fade until some fire or pestilence and rot. It starts all over with a brand new shade.

Here down below we’re all just doing fine. Let’s hear the rhythm and ignore that pine.

William J Spirdione

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, Zay Pareltheon and Viraji Ogodapola of The Howling Owl 🦉 for publishing my poem. Always a wonderful roost to write from.

Poetry
Sonnet
Photography
Autumn
The Howling Owl
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