Whenas magnolia petals fluttered, dense In satin white 'non blushing pink, th'exhale Of April breezes whispring through, I'd hail The soft chartreuse of Maple leaves for sense, To notice that romance for all intents With half an eye while sipping coffee's tale. And now the naked branches don't avail Our souls of colour, coffee's black, and whence? I listen to the Scriptures, wondring fer All that oer how those empty boughs I knew Once clothed in bridal trappings are left poor Without a trace. Months pass, the seasons too. Nor is the coffee strong. It's fine black. We're Stripped down to almost nothing is't? skies blue.
22Jan19b
*NOTE: and this is the final sonnet I read aloud for the live poetry reading at the 2019 Elgin Literary Festival, the night of January 25th.