She Who Savored Seasons

I picture Phyllis – soft and lovely face, a smile dimpled sweet and luminous; her fuchsia lips drop syllable in lace. She carries grace, for God was generous. In matter of the heart, a lucky one - revered was she by two who loved her true. Each one, a moon, they yielded to her sun and cherished her until their days were through. The first beloved she bid adieu late spring. Though cancer stole his life, he’d left his seed. She wed a second love, which eased death’s sting. From summer on, sweet joy would then proceed. Her sons are grown, her late adored – a ghost. But she has savored seasons more than most. *This was inspired by a church woman whose boys I babysat in my youth. She remained a stunning beauty even into her old age. May 22, 2023 For Sotto Poet's Sonnet Poetry Contest