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,
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.