Susan Wheeler

Reflected Sonnet

A verdant swale appeared to me—
disburthened of perspicacity—
by sunset vaulted o'er. What kine
left the budded quicks will in time
lack the evening star, bedded fast
beyond the gable-wall, and copsed
in barn light's slumbrous, languid air.

From fane, then, to meet you there,
light glinting through the trees, and moss
soft underfoot, soft leaves, I crost
'til, gleaming in a bower's frame,
in golds, alit, the riverbank,
long light shaking o'er river's glass,
charged me light where now you pass.

for April Gornik


                                                                     Reflected Trees: drawing by April Gornik


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