Poet’s Corner: A Sonnet to My Rose

Published 11:01 pm Wednesday, October 15, 2014

A Sonnet to My Rose

By Norm Olson, Nikiski

Eyes brief commune doth comfort and console,

Warm icy winter, and grace the terrene day.

Hands touch and for eternal moments hold

That which with time must soon pass away.

Swept close against time and distance’s sweep

For seconds more precious than all the hours,

To have, then give that which I cannot keep,

Purloined by time’s herculean powers.

When next we meet stand silently and still

And form no word that may betray the heart,

But eyes communing and touching until,

And again, by fleeting moments we part.

Then the heart holds, as time and distance grows,

That vision of love, my taken rose.