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Seed of Hope
Late summer, when the sun sets in the field,
we walked, anxious, down the green, grassy slope
to the bench, a seat of inspiration.
Low in the sky, a cloud became a shield,
I fell under shadow, your loves elope
as someone recites your incantation.
Disgorging the pain, long held - now unsealed,
our distance grew, spirits began to grope
through the heavy winter months of ashen.
Now, light lingers, the snow begins to yield,
uncovering the pearl of treasured hope,
a seed of spring green, our love refreshen.
Consent to begin, no hurts left to wield,
sharing a new season - to be revealed.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Written as a sonnet for dVerse~Poets Pub on Form for All: On Midwinter, Magic Realism, and a Trireme Sonnet
