Sonnet
by Adam | Friday 22 June 2007
Solstice
Dusk was counterveiled
by the rivulets and burnishes
amid the comedy of the park.
We met on the longest day
and we had no letters on
or need to request its cessation.
I stayed on your pillows
beset by war and warmth
while the nights grew
simply too long.
The endless days are
back and full of mourning
while the tarnish of the skylight
spits rakes across the yards.