The Picnic
(A Caudate Sonnet)




The residues of day that linger on,
Reflected back in fading memories,
Are filtered like the sunlight through the trees,
Results of day's activities since dawn.
Here, children often play upon the lawn
While charcoal-scented smoke flows on the breeze,
And picnics tempt for every taste to please
The hungry crowd before the food is gone.
We played some games all day by waterside,
Then swam in water cool and calm and clear.
We walked on paths that wandered through the wood,
And drank the fluid nature's grapes supplied,
While watching mother doe with baby deer.
These memories are all so very good.

Now that it's done, we stood.

We stayed upon that shore and watched sun set.
Then, sought to find what kissing might beget.

The Loons sang a duet.

Then as the orb's reflected aura glows,
We stood there head-to-head and nose-to-nose.