In Summer’s Sunshine--By John Polselli--United States

In Summer’s Sunshine

She sang in summer’s sunshine when the mead
Was gilded--radiant, as was her strain
Of moonlight through the willows after rain,
Reflecting faintly in her eyes that freed
The tears that passion wrought and love decreed,
To harmonize the earth, and all its pain
Erase; eradicate transgression’s stain,
And, in its stead, bequeath untainted seed.
Albeit her immortal soul has fled,
Remembrance quickens every heart she roused;
Recalls her running with her arms outspread,
To welcome each companion she espoused
Before the autumn to the winter wed,
And left the leaves, like teardrops, falling from their boughs.

John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards.  As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.