Michael Goldberg
Spring
The air smells like lilacs and fresh honey
The clouds above mend themselves and make shade
When nightfall comes, you will know where I’ll be
Beyond the hills fingering a grass blade
For now the sun shines bright upon my skin
A sensation of warmth runs head to toe
Face up, eyes closed, my mouth begins to grin
The wind picks up a bit the clouds fly slow
Big bees buzz by as if they’re in my ear
A bellflower resembles the vast sky
My rippled face in the river so clear
When crickets sound, it’s time to say goodbye
On the stroll home I enjoy the sunset
Snug in bed I wait for day to reset
your sonnet on was very nice and reminds me of all the past springs ive went through. Great peice overall and creative rhymes.
ReplyDeleteThe details in your sonnet about the spring time is great and explains how much you want to be in the nice weather. The flow in your poem goes along nicely with the iambic pentameter. Great poem Michael!
ReplyDelete