Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Sonnet Seven for Will

I pray October is as brisk, as fair
and bountiful as ever for us, Heart.
September was a beauty full of care;
November may be fair, or it may start
with indications that rough winds will blow
from dark December to a cold New Year.
We are together long enough to know
that we are happiest when Summer’s sear
or humid nights are far behind us. Though
the light may linger on those warmer days,
a fair October evening’s walk with you
is better for my soul than Summer’s haze
and just as hopeful as a dozen Junes.
We have the falling leaves and bracing breeze
to keep our loving hearts at loving ease.

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