A Requiem Sonnet for Leslie Norris
Jim December 31st, 2007
A Requiem Sonnet for Leslie Norris
The rowan and the silver aspen bow
Along the walk up to your shuttered home.
The owls hoot softly, calling, singing now
To silent brooding snows. The hoary dome
And peaks align, pale white in muted grief.
No bird song fills the trees on this chill morn,
In mourning silence. Shadows stand, relief
Of trees, dark painted, weeping branches torn
By mountain light, bright dazzling your words
That tumbled from a poet’s pen and grace,
Again to lift the spirit and reach towards
The sun bleached gyre, the hawk’s eye view, that place
Where Nature’s beauty stands aside to show
That mystery we feel but never know.
December 8, 2007
Jim Prothero