A Sonnet: To Summer

Throughout the long winter I look on you,

A constant star, a guide in winter’s night.

after long labour and work, your time is due,

my greatest desire, harbour’s green light.

For summer is the time that I am free,

I feel the wind move through the cedar trees

With all those hearts that I love next to me,

I close my eyes and I can finally breathe

Far too quickly gone, and far too fleeting,

Sepia-cover’d photos; long days spent

Trying to catch the sun’s crimson weeping

Too quickly back to sable sand, heart bent

Living for moments, living in stasis

living for summer, a brief oasis.