A Birthday Sonnet for Jonathan
Published in
Oct 1, 2023
Awakened in a garden of yore’s embrace,
The nightingale sings a ballad, pure and prime.
Golden horizons herald a fresh grace,
Stars from yesteryear, softly they chime.
Candles flicker, casting myths of old,
Whispering of days filled with mirth.
Gifts wrapped in tales, in hues of gold,
Celebrate the day, his cherished birth.
Amidst rolling memories, legends are spun,
Of joy, challenges, and triumphant song.
Each birthday candle, lit by morning’s sun,
Marks victories, grand and strong.
In the dance of morning, atop life’s slope,
Cheers to Jonathan, and his endless hope.
Ivan Zhanhu Feng*
September 30, 2023
At Fairmont Apts.
*Note that this poem is slightly modified by AI for better rhyme patterns.
