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  • By Adam Sedia

Autumn Leaves


Flecks of yellow gold in bright cascades,

Less like the hurried rain than lazy snow,

Twirl downward, throwing out their warming glow

As sunbeams pass between their altered shades.


Calm and stately treetops blankly stare

Until a playful zephyr frolics through,

And scatters streaming light and golden hue

Into a graceful dance amid the air.


Precious golden showers like this fell,

No doubt, from clouds which some deity’s hand

Caressed in some far, dreamy, long-dead land.

This shimmer, far-removed, casts such a spell.


Though aglow, this gold-besprinkled wave

Masks well the throes of agonizing death –

The summer gasping out his dying breath,

Dares yet to blush before the icy grave.


Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, with his wife, Ivana, and their children, and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Classical Poet's Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.

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jm6783685
jm6783685
01. Okt. 2021

A meredithian sonnet. 'As sunbeams pass between their altered shades' is particularly good. Beautifully observed all through. One is reminded of Pound's dictum about the relationship between music, poetry and dance.


My one quarrel is with the somewhat conventional ending. One would hope for some new insight.

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martinmccarthy1956
martinmccarthy1956
01. Okt. 2021

I love this poem. From line one I thought it was very musical, in the the manner of John Keats. And all the way through I was hearing music in it. Then, at the end, I read that Adam is a composer. That is not surprising. I must check out his site later. As for this poem, it embodies everything that a poem should have to distinguish it from other forms of writing.

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