Autumnal Sonnet
And the bright scarlet Hips the Briars adorn
With other beauty; what erst was “milk-white Thorn.”
In lieu of fragrant blossoms, bears upon
Each branch the ruddy Hoars. Autumn now 5
Begins to show “the sere, the yellow leaf;”
But of all sights, rich Harvest Fields are chief,
And the ripe Apples lading every bough
In pleasant orchards. Now the Bramble yields
Its luscious Dewberries. Everywhere around 10
Are gifts for Strength and Beauty. Now are found
Rosy-gill’d Mushrooms, dotting the green fields
With their white umbels. There is much amiss
When Want exists in a good land like this!
George Markham Tweddell
[Sonnets on Trees and Flowers, p. 23]
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