The Moment Before The Next
Published in
Dec 18, 2020
Sonnet © 2020 Matthew de Lacey Davidson
We see the autumn evening’s yellow glow
descending on the multitude of leaves;
the reds and browns are truly apropos
of how my wife now haltingly receives
the news of summer’s end. I try to show
her that there’s always beauty to be found
in even a discoloured nature’s change,
or a chilling, windy, rustling sound.
To release ourselves of any goal,
in western culture, might seem slightly strange;
but isn’t it high time that every soul
shall ask just this: whenever shall we quiz
ourselves of both the reason and the role
of satisfaction (— fleeting as it is)?
