A Sonnet for Joyce Kilmer
© Copyright 2022 by Judith Nakken
Image by Manfred Antranias Zimmer from Pixabay
And finding it wanting in final test?
It is the childhood's pap on which I choke
And sputter rebuttal that lays to rest
The loveliness of your imagined trees.
Bare branches, skeletal against winter's sky
Impending death to any soul who sees
Yet dares to dream of spring when birds will fly,
Finding home and shelter in those myriad leaves.
Bah! Birds desert and seek the southern star
The moment autumn's remnants clog the eaves,
But after months of birdshit on my car.
A rose is a rose, the sun is yellow.
Keep your pines and oaks: I'll take Longfellow.
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