Summer Sonnet

A summer’s morn unfolds before my eyes
And swallows swoop and dance amid the gold
That fills the waking hour as darkness flies
To be replaced by joy too frail to hold.
What wonders will this youthful day bring forth
Before, in hues of purple it grows old?
Will this day see me crowned a man of worth
Or find my dreaming lost amid the cold
Of evening. Will my secret hunger die
Today, or stay unquenched by heaven’s grace
As anxiously I scan with darkening eye
Each passing soul, still searching for the face
That causes me to feel such dreadful pain.
My death, though unremarked, would be my gain.