2014-2015, Poem

A May’s Day Sonnet

A May’s Day Sonnet
Colin Howe, '16

It was a hickory tree, upon a cold
Forest, struggles from the earth and twists, flays,
Gnaws itself along, yet still green I suppose.
Its leaves knew light would come, someday
So they remained, un-withered, a testament
To the power of laughing it all away.
And sturdy branches, echoed the same sentiment
But now the gold rush of the sky, a cay
Of light, a palm tree oasis, glowing
As a moonbeam on a warm summers night
Fills the darkness as time,   begins,  slowing…
And spinning as it all, falls, out of sight
So its branches reach into the maze
Growing, ever closer, to the blaze.

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