The Sun Was Flaming Your Face Was So Close(Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Thomas Hardy)

We stood at Nigel dam on a summer day,
the sun was hot and white as created by God
and the water was smooth with nothing odd
but for a cloud in the distance that was grey.

A branch of the nearby willow did slowly sway,
the grass was green but down by many feet trod,
with here and there the black almost muddy sod
and with your rod whistling I threw the line away,

you smiled happy your face lit under the leaves,
drawing my head kissed me softly under the tree,
knew that the glare on the water at times deceives,
the sun was flaming your face was so close to me,
just each other persons at such a time perceives,
the falling lightning from the cloud we didn't see.

[Reference: "Neural Tones" by Thomas Hardy.]
© Gert Strydom