Calendar of Sonnets (Version 2) — October

October The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way And spend whole seasons on a single day.

The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;

October, lavish, flaunts them far and near;

The summer charily her reds doth lay Like jewels on her costliest array;

October, scornful, burns them on a bier.

The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign Of kingdom: whiter pearls than winter knew, Or Empress wore, in Egypt's ancient line, October, feasting 'neath her dome of blue, Drinks at a single draught, slow filtered through Sunshiny air, as in a tingling wine!