Field of Forever

Snow crested range backdrop, gurgling creek allurement At long last was the field, ours its loamy splendor Our fertile paradise beneath stars and thunder Within this promise, we planted our enchantment Time sprouted our hearts’ dreams with sunlight reverent Steadfast home to shelter love through frost December Joyously nurturing new lives, mild and tender Yet a caretaker’s heart still yearns for nourishment Other fields of promise neglected, gone fallow Harvests left under the merciless sun to spoil Their once magnificent bounties, cupboards hollow Tears cannot mend cold ground neglected beyond toil Their heartbreak, a tragic fate we need not follow Come tend our garden, my love, till its fertile soil 5/29/16 © Thomas W. Quigley Italian Sonnet, 12 syllables per line