Maroochydawn

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A year has passed but not July’s shiver,
  the bed is warm and in the air a chill
yet it’s not the cold that makes me quiver
  but the eros of our winter idyll.
She is up and rising at the cockcrow,
  her slumber over, her allure begun -
she comes to me parting her wet furrow
  and I am inside the gates of heaven!
That matrix of life and morning glories -
  that corona from sunup to sundown
and brightest of all celestial bodies,
  my lips desiring its luminous crown.
All else forsaking at dawn’s early light
I lay smitten from our midwinter night.


            Written: July 1998


Note: Maroochydore is in Australia 
         on the Sunshine Coast, Qld.
         I lived there in the late 90s.

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Susan Lawrence

Date: 7/29/2025 4:54:00 PM

Keith, Capturing the essence of the moment within and viewed...love it ! Susan :)

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/29/2025 7:30:00 PM

Hi Susan, nice to see ya. Glad you liked it.

Panagiota Romios

Date: 7/28/2025 5:39:00 PM

A sonnet for adults!i havent seen one like that here before,,,here! Yes there are good ones. Not ever touching this degree. It’s an awesome write. This is what a a POTD looks like to me! Pangie

Panagiota Romios
Date: 8/3/2025 5:48:00 PM

I dont want a POTD again. When they become vicious to any ethnic group, and poets respond like sheep! I pass. POTD is nowhere getting an Emmy award. And if a poem, condones murder… and other poet support that I consider all of them murderers too? Maybe you can explain that because I can’t.. and I have no intention of writing as a site that does so. I will be more than happy to support my friends, however, none of which are killers! I think you know what I mean)) Have a great day, Pangie.

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/28/2025 5:57:00 PM

Thanks Pangie. I’m unlikely to get POTD anymore and I couldn’t care less. Take care.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 7/26/2025 8:44:00 PM

An uplifting sonnet, I also enjoyed the rhythmic cadence

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/27/2025 3:32:00 AM

Thanks Hilda. Some dawns are brighter than others.

Rowena Velasco

Date: 7/25/2025 6:52:00 PM

Hey Keith, your sonnet drenched in mid-winter warmth and rose-blushed desire is absolutely stunning.

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/25/2025 7:32:00 PM

Hello Rowena. I’m glad you visited my humble page. May Eros visit upon you all your desires!

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 7/25/2025 7:03:00 AM

Hello Keith, I like it because it’s sensual without posturing, lyrical without losing grit. You’ve captured a moment that’s tender, cosmic, and completely rooted in flesh. Keith you’ve made dawn feel a little more holy. Summer Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/25/2025 2:30:00 PM

Thanks for the visit, Daniel. We’re still together after all these years.

Craig Cornish

Date: 7/22/2025 11:21:00 AM

I'm quite sure you're a "guys-guy" and have been writing for quite a while (great writing)! Bravo mate!---when I was younger, I hid my pension for written thought - now I don't give a fart - quite sure you don't either - the gals have always loved it anyway...still do, even more so! Love the sonnet!

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/22/2025 7:17:00 PM

I don’t sing or paint or sculpt or play an instrument so I write. Cheers Craig.