Seasonal Sonnet

another Italian sonnet

 

A Seasonal Sonnet

 

“It came to pass…” eternal Scriptures read.

Once mist-air-dust, then mud with breath combined

Becomes a form that now can feel and bleed

To dust a trail that choices leave behind.

The frozen branch that’s leaf-forsaken, still,

Though dormant through obstinate seasons, waits

With life protected, hidden in the Root,

And beauty sleeping, quiet ‘neath the chill

In hope, will bud again on springtime dates

To be rewarded with a harvest fruit,

That is the Seed where life is introduced

With love and song and laughter to be loosed.

A fruitfulness in winter is absurd,

So faithfulness near death is then preferred.

 

Moonstruck Sonnet

Moonstruck Sonnet

 

December 15, 1998

 

What specters in the cedar’d shadows hide?

Is it the risk a man would stub his toe,

Or haunting by the horse he could not ride?

Why does a man avoid the moonlight so?

 

A long-lost loved-one’s face in rocks appear

As horn’d owl questions-coyote moans reply

With Annie Laurie’s whisper in his ear,

The disappointment’s in the night-wind’s sigh.

His roots, fed by ancestral dream-fill’d sails,

Attack’d by fears and failures, friends and foes,

While mind’s eye fills in blanks where vision fails

‘Til tidal dawn will heal the moonstruck blows.

 

A full moon spotlights man’s fascination

And monsters in his imagination.