Sonnet 12 ~ Carry You Home

Sonnet 12 ~ Carry You Home

I awake at dusk to the constant notion of time’s passing

and watch beautiful day descend into dreadful night;

when violet and white rose fades

and adoring bright russet curls fade to grey;

when the leaves on trees that line the drive fly away

leaving no shelter for those resting underway,

and summer’s abundance now bundled in transit

as if summer were the old farmer himself; carried to grave.

I question the fate of your beauty bequest,

For you too will expire amongst the hands of time,

the beautiful ones do not stay forever young.

They breath last breath and wither as swiftly as they witness new youths’ blossom;

There is no defense against time’s disparaging decree,

With the exception of a child, a sentinel as Father Time carries you home.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 12