Verlie Burroughs is a west coast writer from Vancouver Island.
Oh, ascendant Moon
resplendent, wax~ed gibbous
Earth tide is turning.
Awake and Rue My Love
Awake and rue, my love, for it is dawn;
The day unfolds e'en as the light's still dim.
Tis best that we do not sleep in too long:
Fate moves t'wards us at such a steady spin.
The birds are still, no rustling yet I hear,
My eyes are weary as in battle bleak.
But I must move, too long abed I fear
Too little of deep slumber that I seek.
How dreams dissolve to that maze of my mind!
My waking world in dreary disarray.
Exhausted through and through at rising time,
I wend reluctant to the bitter day.
I weep at dawn because my song is vain
Now only sighing remains, my sad refrain.
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When the Moon is coming up at dawn
and midnight stars do fade awash a nearing sky,
From roof peak the Starlings fly to greet the morn
amidst a chorus of clear high notes, I'm drawn
To wake, to rise. Praise be!
A blanket in the dark
layed out flat
falling into place
as moon lit clouds
obscure the stars
Summer Flew Away
Flew away overnight
while the moon unwound.
Gone now, aloft in flight
a song without a sound.
A fire made of seasoned wood
aromatic spruce, and cedar
in a cast iron airtight stove
heating the bones of the old house.
He left a full wood shed -
now eighteen years on
the Great-grandfather is still
keeping his family warm.
Don't refuse the muse
Step lightly where you choose
Fly high into the blues
Leave behind no clues
Be mindful of your shoes
Don't abuse the muse
Gather up your trues
Cut only cloth to use
(and don't refuse the muse)
While you peruse the endless avenues
There is no escape - close the gate to fate
and don't be late.
I am grateful to Jenny Gordon at Hello Poetry for helping me fine-tune my Sonnet.
Thanks also to my nephew David Burroughs, and my niece Jessica Burroughs for photos of the Blood Moon Eclipse, taken September, 2015.
© 2018 Verlie Burroughs