Summertime Sonnett

Summer hastens the warmth upon the highest evergreen leaves

Hastens my words to you from the richest soil I breathe;

From the richest soil I breathe, for anything less would despair

As the fullest promises failed nothing more than heated air;

Nothing more than heated air upon swift summertimes’ breeze

Something more are the words that mean more than all of these;

Meaning more than all of these as the day shall light fulfil

Breaking upon the morning as the spilling of ink from quill;

Spilling of ink from that of quill swimming full length of page

As the last sayings have dawned and the bitter rays of night advance;

Bitter rays of night advance as evening slips from noons’ embrace

Under the moons’ high saltry dance and writing Her words on Earths’ old page;

Writing Her words on Earths’ old page seeking the twilight ink

I return to the very place, the origin of your thoughts, your words, your name