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Tew's Day Evening

by Leonard M Hawkes

We hung on the sickle tip
Of the new Harvest Moon,
Clinging in passion
To what must be a temporary
Embrace of the Eternal--
Feeling more than we knew,
Knowing well beyond
The promised and the appropriate.

And the orange glow
In the chill and the gloom
Attested to our fated, timely union,
And flickered lingeringly, longingly,
As we too sank slowly
Into the heavy late summer smoke.

09/18/2018

Author's Note: "Free Sonnet"; 11 Sept. 2018, 40th South and State.

Posted on 09/18/2018
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/18 at 01:11 PM

From the first line I knew this was to be a lovely small adventure. I like the idea of a free sonnet, you've given me a bit of a challenge here. Thanks Leonard for this lovely piece. Still hanging on the sickle tip of that harvest moon...

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/22/18 at 05:52 PM

One of your best, those first two marvelous lines setting the stage for this sensuous and seasonal moment in time. Wonderful word choices, and there is an expanding and then contracting feel to this that is such great poetics.

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