I made it to Maine twice during October! Since what I am experiencing informs my daily sonnet writing practice, here are two sonnets from the past few weeks…
Aurora
The air turns cool, the dark descending fast
on this October evening, Thursday night.
I huddle in my coat, this is the last
of several happy outings, all is bright
beneath the street lamps, feel the bustle, buzz.
Two hundred people line up for a show.
They’ve stood all day, and now crowd, as one does,
to be the first inside, first standing row.
We hustle past — then “look up!” In the chill,
a streak of red makes brush strokes in the sky,
and through the camera lens more colors still.
We shout and join the faces pointed high.
The northern lights have come to play around
this autumn night, like music without sound…
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Bar Harbor, 4:45 p.m.
Now rocking on the porch, I see the light
turn golden, all the maple leaves aglow
on this cold island, all the aspens bright,
as even parking lots put on a show.
Some nineteen years ago we ran a race
to mark one year. A thought — did that seem long?
I only once had thought about this place.
Somewhere a book is written, we belong
to larger narratives, the great unknown.
We travel many years, if glad we can.
Tomorrow, I must wake before the dawn
with many miles waiting, per the plan.
Just always moving, here this tree still stands
a hundred autumns, chilling many hands.
I’ve put these 2 sonnet into my collections now, Ms. Laura Vanderkam. I also wonder if the next sonnet that you’ll write will have a name that starts with “C”, such as “Constellations”.
@Yukun – maybe! I’ll see where the next one takes me 🙂