THE FOURTEENTH SONNET
In the sibilant evening, soft and moonlit,
Cantillations ascend with appeasement,
Rising with the winds to the dusky firmament;
(This is the hour when heaven's verse is writ.)
The dandelions on the furrow are all aquiver
Beneath the expanding, volcanic clouds;
All the sky is swirling, every pine is clothed with shrouds.
Hemlocks and geraniums weep as they shiver,
As autumn's cold reminds one of graves-
To be delivered from present sorrow.
The furious wind negates the morrow.
All is now prescient- God truly saves.
And the nearby sea foams with an uncanny glee,
As the waves are kissed by the rain, and He.
In the sibilant evening, soft and moonlit,
Cantillations ascend with appeasement,
Rising with the winds to the dusky firmament;
(This is the hour when heaven's verse is writ.)
The dandelions on the furrow are all aquiver
Beneath the expanding, volcanic clouds;
All the sky is swirling, every pine is clothed with shrouds.
Hemlocks and geraniums weep as they shiver,
As autumn's cold reminds one of graves-
To be delivered from present sorrow.
The furious wind negates the morrow.
All is now prescient- God truly saves.
And the nearby sea foams with an uncanny glee,
As the waves are kissed by the rain, and He.
My goal in writing Sonnets Of Dusk And Dawn was to give voice to the intangible, the ethereal, the mystical aspects of this life, and to delve into the next.
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New York
2012