Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
(A Sonnet from the Archives)
Night's pallid hush ascends with gentle Grace.
Nocturnal fauna nestles back in ground.
Precursive solar tendrils peer around
Through tatted eyelets in morn's tree-top lace.
Faint blushing tiers of pink and crimson hue
Unfold soft wisps of streaming cirrus cloud.
The meadow's haze of gossamer a shroud,
As crystal sheaths submit to glist'ning dew
And cautious sunbeams flicker on the rise.
Clenched petals stretch to welcome dawning's rays,
A valiant beacon bursts forth in full blaze.
The Morning Star now masked by azure skies -
'Til breath of life, that brief eternity
God's sacred Realm embraces only me.
Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done:
For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits,
Than I am sure I have in my whole five.
~ ²1592 Wm. Shakespeare ~ Romeo & Juliet ~ ii. iv. 75