Sunday, June 30, 2013
A Sonnet (From Selected Poems by John Lars Zwerenz)
By the age-old balcony sways a linden tree;
It frames the alcove's bay with gleaming leaves of green,
As its wood absorbs the sun; unseen,
My lady roves through tepid gales carried from the sea.
About she walks, by moss-covered stones,
On a paved path, near a bed of roses,
Which wavers in a row, and gently discloses
Melodies of solemn tones.
Now and then a whisper stirs in the bower;
A rustle plays in the tall, sallow reeds.
She innocently smiles in this soft, monastic hour;
Her heart is at peace in the wake of good deeds.
Her pace is of an angel's, with each foot that is laid;
She is clad in a pea coat, and her hair is in a braid.
~ John Lars Zwerenz
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