A Sonnet

“I am the King of Autumn,” vaunts the oak
And flaunts his ruby leaves on lofty arms.
Nearby, the queenly maple spreads her cloak
Of golden lace to best display her charms.
The stately sycamore and regal elm
Dance before the wind without a care
Pleased to be the jewels of nature’s realm
Forgetting that their leaves will soon be bare.
Unfazed, the modest evergreens all wait
‘Til winter comes to stand its frigid ground
‘Tis then the fir and balsam celebrate
As pearls of lights adorn their needled gowns.
Humility thus wears a crown of light
While pride does shiver naked in the night.

Dawn Huntley Spitz’s poems have been published in The Sunrunner, the Quarterly of Light Verse, Passager Magazine published by the U. of Baltimore, an Anthology “The Road Taken.”

One of her verses is cast in bronze in a memorial garden at her alma mater, Skidmore College, (where she got a degree in Music.)

Dawn hasan M.A. in Education from N.Y.U.

She a former president of the Palm Springs Writers Guild, in CA, and is running a poetry group in Venice, FL, where she spends the winter.

Poet’s Comment:

The idea for this poem came to me when I was enjoying the beauty of autumn on a trip to NY.

I felt as if the deciduous trees were wearing their fine autumn jewelry. The idea grew from that.