Sonnet
Mosses and Chamomile
Forlorn summer leaf quench at my dew,
Be-gones and moments past take in true,
Such glittering phase in the passing few,
Vexed are the sweethearts growing by you,
Pigeon feather mottled may be another's glee,
Broken cups perhaps for flowers not tea,
Nature's clothe I ask not you shade me,
But transpire this life to nurture reality,
My sorrow forms deep to forge such grief,
Conserved to this shape no longer bonded in,
Bound to be better with fresh water and sun,
The warmth of the day is present in the wind,
With music of sky corners the morning begun,
So drink and grow regain the strength invisibly,
Bloom wisely and admirably b'fore falling into me.
Rowan Blair Colver
Mosses and Chamomile
Forlorn summer leaf quench at my dew,
Be-gones and moments past take in true,
Such glittering phase in the passing few,
Vexed are the sweethearts growing by you,
Pigeon feather mottled may be another's glee,
Broken cups perhaps for flowers not tea,
Nature's clothe I ask not you shade me,
But transpire this life to nurture reality,
My sorrow forms deep to forge such grief,
Conserved to this shape no longer bonded in,
Bound to be better with fresh water and sun,
The warmth of the day is present in the wind,
With music of sky corners the morning begun,
So drink and grow regain the strength invisibly,
Bloom wisely and admirably b'fore falling into me.
Rowan Blair Colver
