English / Shakespearean Sonnet
Afresh, the past a lingering shadow
lost flowers among a field of old weeds.
Creeping through life’s journey, poison grows
for blossom always, do the fears we feed.
Alas, I must abstain from dark beliefs.
Water not those drowning in fallen tears.
We shall tend our petals, water our leaves.
With love, adoration, our future clears.
This bloom upon my heart, your honeyed touch
loves gently imposed photosynthesis.
Clarity! I see you have tended much
beyond dark shadows of lingering mist.
Be us not lost flowers in life’s treason,
Be us weeds, loves blossom beyond reason.
Karen Hayward ©2017 (Words)
Michael J. Garland ©2017 (Image)