All River Sage Sonnets
Just beyond my comprehension lurks
A thought, demanding some befitting words,
And teases, pleases, tantalizes, works
Unknown to me. A shepherd tending herds.
Of poems unwrit and melodies unvoiced
And on the fence it prowling, still remains
Unwarned, lovely unsung, unrejoiced,
Till “Enter Thou”, He lovingly ordains.
Then feather-like it falls upon my psyche.
To push aside the boulders of restraint,
And hurtles on the trail so feather-like,
So effortless and without one complaint.
That words like torrents come in pouring showers,
And lovely lyrics echo in the bowers.