Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)

Enchantment of soft wonder vision sent
as Spring sun sudden melting Winter snow –
yet warmer – only tenderness should show
sweet nothings conjured to presentiment
that sing heart’s harp strings, harvest sentiment
to garner unexpected harvest glow.
But this rings platitudinous for so
especial shines one smile, one spirit bent
on gifting more than moment’s monument,
transparency between twin souls clears flow
beyond horizons most are wont to know
encouraging souls' shared enlightenment.
This sonnet leaves beginnings, weaves true end
which, rich, gilds Time itself to time extend...