The Pines

Among the pines we walked; we were in love –
The sun was streaming through the boughs above –
Our hands were clasped together by our sides
Out in the place where happiness resides

And even breathing did intoxicate
Us, stopping constantly, to share a kiss;
The moments between moments seemed so great –
The shining sun looked down on all of this

Just peeking through the pines to see us there –
Two soon-doomed lovers, as he knew we were:
So thoughtlessly we wandered, me and her,
Two lovers in the morning forest air

And though, this sonnet now, I may enshrine:
He pines the most, who lives but to repine


 
(“The Pines” – 7-21-2015)

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4 Thoughts to “The Pines

  1. I like the way you use the traditional form, especially the clever stress shifting on ‘pine’ in the last two lines. You would have been a credit to the court of Elizabeth 1st šŸ˜‰

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