Readily Await I

About Life, Despair, Imagination, disdain

Readily Await I

Sonnet �" Life, Despair, Imagination, disdain.

(Wilson Infimate, 18^th September, 2015)

 

What lie ahead? Oh! Frail thought,

Even far dreams may have I sought.

Like the wait for that first early spring,

Of the times when peepers sing.

That pleasing smell of the woods,

From the fields that fresh morning foods.

In awe and beauty, which have I dwelt,

None can grapple, which have I felt.

Fears which have I, of which await,

Of which I know, not of the date.

When the sun is down and I alone,

Deal has been done, for time has gone.

Time for I it is, for I to tread along,

Readily await I, culpable of the wrongs.