Midlife Sonnet

Oh let not winter prematurely come Have it yet be summer, July or even June Have the shadows that would cloak us return to noon Feel the heat’s caressing in life’s brilliant sun The verdant fullness pulled deep within my lungs Where every melody sung before, every tune Finds culmination creates concertos to croon Where my heart with fullness has always best sung Each new leaf, blade of grass, chirping bird becomes A haven from the travel and commerce of other’s, a room From whence sunshine and splendor too soon flee So come and lay under the trees and join in this hum Of the wanton birds and bees feigned equilibrium Allow this summer garden to heal and give back to thee.