A Sonnet
    
    when in those darkest moods i find my musing
    arrested by most bleak and absent hope,
    addled further yet by thoughts confusing,
    the audacity oft required beyond my scope;
    my mettle leaves me low, my courage craven
    and waives my ardor more, my fervor less
    until i cede my last remaining haven
    and think of you and how i have been blest.
    for in the least of such deliberations,
    as when the heralds praise the day begun,
    my thoughts acquit all sign of consternation
    and light my soul as day is lit by sun.
    in this you are the warden of my smiles
    entrancing all your precious heart beguiles
    
    --
    © 1999 Rhiannon  

    Garry Cardinal, mailto:mail@garrycardinal.ca, http://garrycardinal.ca/