In Between Autumn and Spring (Sonnet)
The bridge that separates our hearts doth speaks—|
Of obscure crystalline, (it filters love)
Thus all the birds can fly free as a dove?
To shun those obstacles of life and seek—
Thy throne and be with me in nature’s creek,
In one accord on stream that flows above—
The autumn’s hue, where radiance was be-loved
Amongst all falling leaves, so frail and weak.
But if the dandelion’s tuft remains—
In free-fall motion in--between the pains
That separates our world? Thus, season change.
Alas! The gossamer-reflects like chains—
Of amber-symmetries where love shall reign
Again when spring returns to mountain range.
(c) 2019 Veronica Gray
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