In Whispers of Sweet Praise
In Whispers of sweet praise of Summer’s lust
she blows a kiss across their reddened cheeks
cools down the heated tryst in hoar frost crust
lays hold with icy clutches slowing creeks.
For time is but a season changing clothes
unfeeling as its passion slow subsides
her lovers but the partners nature chose
share intimacies only she decides.
This sweet contented hue her sated fall
will fade to gray as lovers drift apart
no long goodbye, no bow, no curtain call
as emptiness enshrouds her frozen heart.
The ice will thaw, her dream of love subsist
on memories of spring’s forthcoming tryst.
©10/21/2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet - sponsor
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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