A Mind of Autumn
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
Watching fall through a hospital window
Having sought aid for your sensitive mind
Which gleaned more from life's old book than most know
Seeking health, how did you strange beauty find?
How did you transform trees into tendrils?
What moved you to clothe the walker in leaves?
You read the foliage like the entrails
Of a sacrifice for which the fall grieves
Sumptuous is your tactile rendering
Of air and light and traipsing, bashful stream;
One feels one's own, small mind surrendering
To the undulating music you dream
You demolished autumnal convention
The fall rose to become your invention
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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