Written by: Cyndi MacMillan

You fair and I dark had colored the day

with sorrel and moss, bluebell and violet,

As a gentle breeze swept each cloud away

from a sky bordered by jaded eyelet. 

I wished you bliss and loyal company,

A life filled with love, no burdens to bear,

Sweet sister, you prayed the same things for me

‘Til mauve shadows deepened from our despair.  

We gathered blooms as we wept o’er men,

Hearts finding comfort in identical tears

that fell on soft ground till we smiled again 

and trotted home like unbroken yearlings. 

There, I banned burs that sense could not free,

while you simply pruned my sensibility.

*This was inspired by two works of art. Renoir's IN THE MEADOW (click on the about this poem link if you can) and Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. 

**This is part of a my series of sonnets inspired by works of art.