Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #351
So Soon
by Belinda Roddie
So soon do stars bring weary men to sleep
upon the rugged riverbed at night.
They do not know what company they keep,
nor, when morning comes, there will be light.
The sun grows dimmer each cold, passing day,
and frost grows even in the midst of June,
painting landscapes a chilly blue and gray,
forming icy cratered lips like the moon
has kissed Mother Earth hard and rough enough
to cause the warmth in her to dissipate,
like watching heat being drawn from tough blood
with a natural syringe. Yes, men wait
to wake up in a world where we don't sleep
and shiver in the summer snows so deep.
by Belinda Roddie
So soon do stars bring weary men to sleep
upon the rugged riverbed at night.
They do not know what company they keep,
nor, when morning comes, there will be light.
The sun grows dimmer each cold, passing day,
and frost grows even in the midst of June,
painting landscapes a chilly blue and gray,
forming icy cratered lips like the moon
has kissed Mother Earth hard and rough enough
to cause the warmth in her to dissipate,
like watching heat being drawn from tough blood
with a natural syringe. Yes, men wait
to wake up in a world where we don't sleep
and shiver in the summer snows so deep.
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