Monochrome, A Kyrielle Sonnet

by soberflight

 

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Monochrome, A Kyrielle Sonnet

 

The color in my sky has drained,

Every brilliant color strained

As if by some fantastic sieve.

Fall’s reds and yellows gone. I grieve.

 

There’s black, and white, and cloudy gray,

No color to this wintry day,

No vestige left of orange leaves,

Fall’s reds and yellows gone. I grieve.

 

A touch of blue sky would be nice,

But all is bleak and cold as ice.

No sun will golden warmth conceive,

Fall’s reds and yellows gone. I grieve.

 

The colors in my sky has drained,

Falls reds and yellows gone. I grieve.