April,
I am starved for light,
bring
a little, please,
to
the window
where
I can see summer
lolling
about the hills afar off.
Ah,
yes, I see her now,
shoeless
in leaves of grass,
picking
blackberries,
Sonnet
18 nearing couplet.
April,
you’re a long way from summer,
but
at least I can see her from here.
©
2017 Jennifer Wagner
“Distinctive
realms appear to us when we look and hear by poem-light.” - Jane Hirshfield,
Ten Windows. Happy Poetry Month with appreciation
to poems by Sandburg, Heaney and Shakespeare.