by Kristina Woodhill
Quite dizzying, my love for you endures
As from my window seat I dream and gaze;
My desert home, dry distant brown, soon blurs
Into rich tapestries that eyes amaze.
Wide spread, far down below me now I spy
The endless creasing features of your face;
Your make-up, sandy hues, a blush of wine,
Cheeks chiseled against shawls of lush green lace.
Wings speed me on, and you, you twirl about,
Our race together round and round, we pace
The sun who sparkles off your blues, be-gowned
With star-like sequined day's-night chase.
Oh, Earth, I love this orbit that we share.
I need no gravity to bind me here.
Author's Note: For the Sonnet forum.
Posted on 04/18/2011
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 10/17/12 at 10:43 PM|
I like it. I can't put my finger on it, but the way write has a certain distinction about it. Perhaps an elevated sophistication? A special air of detail? I'm not quite sure.