You are sunshine and the drizzle in November
frost in orchards promising a later harvest.
You are flowing rivers and the dancing fog at dawn,
valleys mountains, you are riddle and solution.
I love you as I drink a glass of water or watch the sunset
In the way I breathe between each heartbeat.
I love you as the scent of freshly fallen snow.
in the hour close to midnight, in each winter morning.
Then as we melt together, being braille on skin
with probing fingertips we pass from blind to seeing
or as cotton candy dreams — posing to be real.
We sense another presence, let the hours river,
before we laugh pretending that our finger’s hunger
can be quenched by this, our moment — our fire.
Today I host dVerse MTB and the challenge is to write a free-verse sonnet inspired by the way it was written by Pablo Neruda.
August 17, 2017