Sonnet No. 106

[November 8^th, 2013 – 8:45 am]

Safe in the folds of fiery autumn color,

A painter nestled his private studio,

Where over and over he had one sitter

Gaze the landscape, while he built her folio.

'Helga,' for whom this shack was built, gazes out,

With the serenity only Love sees,

And will always live in His vision devout,

Though the world burn up, or totally freeze.

So too I cast about with words my paint

To reflect upon you, with reflected grace,

The hope the future won't think these are faint,

But through Love will be able to see your face.