(Italian sonnet)
A rose and golden twilight paints the skies
as ocean breezes drift into their room
through open windows, shattering the gloom
that lingers where they whispered long goodbyes.
She gazes out to sea with teary eyes
and savors scents of daffodils in bloom.
Will mem'ries of their parting always loom?
He's gone and won't return. She softly sighs.

Then comes a sudden chill to grip the air
as all at once the sun sinks out of sight
to disappear completely from her view.
It's all the same when no one's even there
to watch it slip away into the night
till morning paints a pallet bright and new

- Susan Eckenrode (2004)    

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