Sonnet X Poem by Sam Peterson

Crushed again by mornings bright fertile light
Reminding me that you are not with me
Outside my door, gladiolas, poppies,
And lilacs bloom in their riot of color

Telling me of seasons not of my heart
What lies summer and spring do tell to me
Of life and passion, of sex and rebirth
When I can only hear of your absence

In my garden the birds do congregate
Tweeting and chatting of all our street’s news
The mockingbird daily tells me all rumors
But he mocks me with no rumors of you

This is but someone else’s summer day
Without you near, all my joy in delay