I used to write sonnets. Wow, that makes it sound like I’ve written quite a few, but the total is maybe between fifteen and twenty. I used to write a lot of poetry, using different styles. Some I’ve been told were quite good. My wife likes them, anyway, and this sonnet I’m going to share with you tonight is for and about her. My beautiful wife, Autumn.
You deserve a sonnet all of your own,
But can these mere words describe your wonder
Like golden leaves on autumn winds are blown
Through woods and groves – my heart tears asunder
At the thought of you without description.
The idea that you’ll pass through this world
Without a true, adequate depiction
That will allow your beauty to unfurl
Should not be granted either space nor time
To sow its vile seed and then reap the doubt
That would grow from it. Your beauty, sublime,
Should be celebrated – I wish to shout
To the Earth at large, to all that can hear,
That beauty lives in the one I hold dear.
Jamie F. Leader
Copyright ©2006 Jamie F. Leader