Sonnet 348

Sonnet 348

It is so wonderful to sit among
The newly opened flowers as nectar
Which is their life drips slowly onto tongue
To refresh the soul and displace Hector.
It is not for mortal man to be blessed
With the flower's youth while he in winter be
Tho still be life within his heaving breast
And of life's goodness he could mentor thee.
So sit I treasuring your soft sweet youth
Atop the mountain you've no need to climb
For in you more than in myself there be truth
Of what in life is more than just sublime.
So reaching out I'll cup you to my soul
Until the curtain ends my gard'ner's role.

~ Michael Bahm ~

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