Flowers of Fall

Tell me flower of fall all that you may see,

tell me of the events that have brought you here

to winter, to death, to the lifeless despair and fear.

"A love once loved, all in a summer scene.

A man, a woman in painting. She cradled me

within her hands before I was placed upon his ear.

They smiled at one another, radiant as the sun, their love was severe.

Then she wept, a storm burned inside, love was dying it seemed."

"He queried of the circumstance that had brought forth this sadness.

She did not respond, but only turned away and hid her face.

Summer had ended I feared as autumn had come in its place.

I could scarcely endure the journey falling from the highest of highs,

bracing myself for what may come about; nature's madness

ushered in the loveless winter. In that time, lover's warmth had died."

_{This is my second sonnet, hopefully it is not too bad. Please leave any critiques you may have. Thank you so much for reading.}