Sonnet Petit IIThe nettles have retracted from the woodSonnet Petit II4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silver limbs are mirroring frosted breath
Kicking skeletal leaves is not so good
as bright white swelling on my sunlit flesh.
A grey deer flickers through sleeping trees
Black and white film in a gentler age
But I would sooner be up to my knees
in whirring grass, on a fiery stage.
I miss my lover; the fleeting Summer.