Thomas Holderfield

Rookie (August 8 / 3rd Planet from Sol)

Sonnet In Bee Flat - Poem by Thomas Holderfield

There must be a place (but I've yet to find one)
beneath the Sol-drawn dawn of autumn skies
where cut-throat trout still find the heart to run
and the fullness of Summer's life never dies.

There, as if Earth had changed rotation,
Instead of honey, nature gathers dew
and composes a world without notation.
Unlike the life of old, this work is new.

Despite the nearing gray cold wintry blast,
the twisted fir tree keeps her dreams of green,
of a chamomile welwitschian past,
and buzzing yellow flights of friends less seen.

But bees still dance their flower pollen-aise,
a song of haze gold mid-October days.

(mindbringer,19 October 2009)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 10, 2010



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