Tag: sonnet
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Autumn Parish
We walk a route on streets we name and know,past gardens tucked and put to winter’s bed,through brilliant leaves that dance and drift aglowand carpet now the homeward path we tread.The time and space of life thus circumscribed,we live our span as strength and health allowbut chafe at limit strict these years implyand wish our…
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Sonnet 1 – Billings Lake
Retreating glaciers carved the earth below,to leave a quilt of lakes upon the land,where winding threads of river shining flow,and birch and elm and pine take up their stand.Canoe, our passage in this ancient world,On bright-eyed morn, the water dark and glass,Wood paddle stroke creates a gentle swirl,The sunrise, pink orange blue, on surface cast.The…
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