The Oak Leaf
The Oak Leaf
Tenaciously upon its bough
The wintered, withered leaf
Sustains the Southern wind somehow
Like breakers on a reef.
Each naked limb...a syncopate...
In "New Orleans Rag" time
And time again to abdicate
This clinging from its clime.
Aloft, above, abreast a hive
Of busy buzzing bees...
The taste of honey brings alive
A temporary tease;
But in the distance, thunder shouts
And lightning cracks the skies...
The circ'ling West wind joins the South's
As every leaf mound flies.
Still sticks the withered leaf above
Like honeyed toast...cohesing love.
2.25.2017©deborahburch
Sonnet
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2017
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