Sonnet May 08, 2025

Hunch not, my dearest, though the path be thick

With thorny boughs and leafy green veneers. 

Let not the dew of flora damp your wick;

Allow her branches through their staunch careers. 

Then send a signal to thy fragile spine

That towards the sun thy sadness may grow tall;

A simple, firm re-bend can trunks align,

And what had drooped may prove not weak at all. 

And reach -- fair dearest -- through the Earth's brown sty

Through stony blankets watch thy flowers bloom --

For what is mineral is doubled high --

This sediment bows to atmospheric doom. 

Thy strength, though infinite, finds form in now,

And weakness now may flourish moments nigh.