Love Sonnet LXX
Yaraa, I see you, all of you
as your faded jeans, peasant blouse,
walk along this dusty path. It
was during a full October Moon, with
multi-colored leaves blown
everywhere, that your Autumn shadow
kissed my lips with your glow. Then
came December with its Winter
snow covering our hearts with
white, with frozen ground and
boundaries. Gone are your
blue jeans and peasant blouse,
your warmth, your gentle touch.
Yaraa, where have you gone?
Aztec Warrior/redzone 12.30.2025








