Sonnet 275

In quiet thought reflecting on Midori,
Chartreuse to quaff and soothe my somber soul
As I gaze on an endless cyan ocean
Wherein such depths rest all life’s secrets old;
Tender as first light on verdant meadow,
Gentler than a zephyr waking leaves,
Rich the golden rays on forest mountain,
Lush the mellowed promise bound in sheaves;
What marks the name that vests a spring time maiden
So blessing here the world with Eden’s light?
What do we call an angel reft from Aidenn
Set here upon earth’s gardens of delight?
Sunshine on sorrow soothes sweet shattered dreams,
Can only she so make my blue turn green.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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