Sonnet 5 

2025-04-18

Zooming through gates, surfboard atop jiggling -
A mass of chestnut hair billowing past;
Craning my neck for another sighting:
how square your jaw, those verdant eyes like glass.
Your midsummer transit, when Mars did rise,
Entwined in arms where time itself did rest;
Shackled solace 'neath synthetic star'd skies:
a galaxy in you, my heart's invest.
Now far too far, to seaside town's study,
Away from me, from this crab's steadfast shell;
Winter's frost leaves this branch sans leaves - empty,
hardwood for fire, for survival to sell.
Come spring, will you of me think fain once more?
We could our lives reprise, revive, rescore.