Form: American Sonnet
As winter thaws into the springtime sun
I heard her song upon the evening breeze
With catkin tails a song of season’s spun
And nature dances with the daffodils
As the wayward winds in flight come to tease
Across the valleys and over the hills
Her song of spring on waxing days like these
With fleecy clouds amid the skies of blue
The seasons turn in the glen water spills
The glen where once I knew the love of you
When we were young and seeking grown-up thrills
The love that came and went with so much ease
The years have gone but always the heart stills
To hear her song upon the evening breeze
©JG Farmer 2019
A Garret Poet 