Moments like these seem like dreams you'd let last forever.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXVI)


Ah, gorgeous afternoon, the light is hence
As Autumn's wont, with subtle shadows' trail
To yonder just in tow, despite skies' hale
Blue cloudlets gather in, grey is't? so dense.
White fluffs upon a sail are glowing thence
Likeas some grand battalion sans avail,
This golden scene doomed ere night, each detail
Lit sweetly, breathless, nor in aught suspense.
If morning was half Monday (though in poor
'Scuse tis the weekend), all's forgotten through
Sheer absence, and this calm naught seems'd bestir.
Rain lately, how September's lawns, mowed to
Old specs, are green as Fall knows best in tour
To furnish. LORD, we faint, and wait for You.

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