(a Curtal Sonnet)
If we ask our questions of the sky
will it answer with its fallen stars
and Orion’s belt playing in tune?
When we raise our palms and wonder why
fireflies won’t stay in gathered jars,
how then will we know if it’s too soon
to take a breath and hold the world at bay?
We scatter wildflower seeds in silent swoon
and wonder if we’ve taken things too far.
A worry stone, a kiss at dusk to weigh
this touchstone moon.
A Curtal Sonnet attempt for day 16 of NaPoWriMo.
Loving the first three lines….and, having been a fan of fireflies all my life and missing them since we moved to Boston…I love that inclusion as well!
De, what a great job with the curtal sonnet! Brava!
De, what a great job with the curtal sonnet. Brava!
Oh, I love this:
“A worry stone, a kiss at dusk to weigh this touchstone moon.” I do love dusk and all its magic. Now that you mention it, it’s probably my favorite time of day.