Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Sonnet of Her

you can’t have everything
and why complain
the morning star is blue
chill winds sweep the moon

years to grow the nerve
to dive into your heart
learn to ride the red wave
she is said to approve of

picking her daisies
squishing between her toes
earth that loves her fertile
but must wait awhile

if you stave off your gloom
you always find her home

(16 June 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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