Sonnet: Fall

My distillate of summer, that red mane
Learned color from a dawn-exploding sun;
And smooth stream-polished pebbles of green jade
That glow beneath quick waters, taught your eyes.

Warm earth instructed you: the summer soil,
Prepared and fruitful, lies inside your skin,
And lessons learned from deep-gold summer wind
Make my mind breathless when I see you walk.

Your smile may show foreknowledge of year’s end,
The sun’s cessation, and the wan leaves’ rain;
But your bright smile, like glint of hidden lakes,
Suspends the autumn in its changeless calm.

Come slight earth-goddess, guardian of old truth,
And make me privileged pupil of your lips.


Published Work

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  • The Fifth Evangelist
  • The Sea That Laps Vancouver