A Sonnet for Marianne on Her Birthday

Sonnet for Marianne on Her Birthday

The trees outside are bathed in silver mist.
Though cold it is, predictions would suggest
that warmer fronts are coming. I am blessed
that through all cloudy smogs that hiss,
embraces warm and gentle can be found.
She lies there breathing. I feel her in the dark.
Her face and figure give in me a spark
of honey ... memories so easily found.
Her day is full of files and lists I'm sure
Yet knowledge sweet assures me that somewhere
as keyboard strokes and numbers fill the air
a few but simple thoughts of me secure.

She is not one to squander gifts divine;
Each day I thank the Stars that she is mine.

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I wrote this poem for my wife on her birthday. You can stop by and wish her well, too if you'd like!

Sorry to have been a stranger lately! Life is pretty busy right now with a job, three classes at Utah State University, and I'm also directing Cinderella by Rogers & Hammerstein. It's not so much that I don't have time to post things, but I feel that if I post something and hope to get some comments, that I should at least try to spend some time to comment on others' work, too.