"Squirrel," watercolor by Tatiana Plovetskoy‘Autumn Haiku’ and Other Poetry by Brian Mc Cabe The Society October 27, 2017 Beauty, Human Rights in China, Poetry 1 Comment Autumn Haiku The red squirrel flits From brown bark to golden leaf He is not gone yet Winter Acrostic When cold winds blow and rain comes from the north In time, you see the days are growing short Now frost appears and creeps across the pane The crust of ice upon the ditch and drain Even as the sleet and snow descend Remember that this too will have to end Summer Sonnet The winds of summer blow the swallows in And dries the meadow sweet and waving grass The dance of insects on the pond begin To tempt the lazy fish which slowly pass The cuckoo sounds his two note symphony The hills and dales will echo back his call Plump pigeons roost in flowering orchard trees The soaring lark climbs higher over all Primroses spring up on the sides of roads The golden glint of buttercups in bloom The lupins gladly bear their heavy loads To brighten up and banish winter’s gloom The summer’s come and spread its happy cloak On all the world and also all its folk Falun Gone? I will not serve I shall not see I have not swerved I ought not be I do not make I can not say I did not take I will not stay I will not brook I might not think I must not look I will not blink I may not talk I will not flee I would not walk I am not free Brian Mc Cabe is a retired civil servant in Ireland, who is now pursuing an interest in creative writing, and has had a number of poems and short stories published in Ireland. He writes for a number of journals on the subjects of history and archaeology, and has recently published Dear Miss B: A collection of Edwardian Postcards. Related Post A Sonnet by Edward Hoke 03.27.18 A smattering of rain above a hall That holds her earthy fragments, broken, spent, A woman who, in life, out-did them all, And e’en in dea... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response ben grinberg October 27, 2017 the ambiguity of poetry is something that cannot be denied. it involves the reader as much as the writer. because poetry seeks at the intrinsic meaning beyond words, only classical poetry allows us to obtain this without pollution. it is the most straightforward realistic view of the world. as close to real as it gets. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.