Word Sonnets for recent seasons, by Seymour Mayne

Earful

Eerie,
that
earful
of
early
sound
and
the
sun
silent
floating
up
into
dawn.

Force

The
vanity
of
summer
begins
its
timely
retreat
before
the
advancing
force
of
Fall.

For the Birds

For John Batts

Travel
is
strictly
for
the
birds:
no
line-ups,
no
security
checks,
no
departure
taxes.

Perfection

For Tony Rudolf

I
sit
back
in
spring
rain –
perfection
of
heart
is
as
elusive
as
ever.

June Heat

A
flashback
of
snow
shadows
this
thick
lingering
wind
and
curtain
of
humid
light.

Libations

For Marianne Scott

July
is
full
of
itself:
sun,
long
days,
and
even
heavy
libations
of
rain.