This is written as result of challenge by erik99 on poetfreak who challenged some of us to compose a sonnet based on the ending words of each line of a sonnet from one of the famous classic poets. I chose William Wordsworth and his 'Composed Upon Westminster Bridge'
There could never be anything more fair
than an autumn day among the hills and by
the sparkling stream where in her majesty
autumn scatters the colors she likes to wear;
showing off before her limbs are bare
and shiver where the snow will lie
cold and white beneath the pewter sky.
But now the crisp clean touch of autumn air
is seasoned with sweet scents that steep
in chimney smoke curling above the hill
where sounds soon fall away collecting deep
in the valley where certainly there will
be a quaint settlement, too soon asleep,
with winter seizing life, to make it still.
the splendor of autumn lives in this poem......and also the heaviness of winter followed with long lazy nights !very fine poem indeed !