To a Poet Sublime

I left a note for you today my dear Edna St. Vincent Millay
Gone from this world since one 1950’s day;
I never met you never felt the reach of your charms
Never knew the gentleness of your touch nor your outstretched arms;
Your words in their journey travelled forward in time
And found my empty spirit immersed in unforgiving rhyme;
What immortalized gifts you gave for all of us to read
Like a flower blooming again from a lost and wind-blown seed;
Inspiration comes so slowly in times like these
With lies and double dealing spreading like disease;
Your sonnets ring so pure and pleasant for all to hear
You also fought for justice with a voice that was strong and oh so clear;
I’m so glad I found you out among the flowers
Where I can drink you in for hours and hours and hours;
Alas there is so little time to pause and taste of the divine
And so I must learn more of you by reading line by line;
Your gentle words crafted with tender loving care
Yet for now that is enough for me and you to share.