Clouds and Crowns No.4
And nothing pure dies when safe in truth,
For truth and life flow from the same deep spring,
Restoring, making new each broken thing,
Our death and dying fading into youth.
And if our doubting hearts required proof,
The flowers promise too what time can bring:
A crown of roses for a weary king
And harvest plenty for a gleaning Ruth.
Though as the clouds recede in summer’s drought
And fire burns the grounds of trusting hearts,
The promise of the years may seem to fade.
But still wild flowers grow without a doubt
And even fire plays its giving part,
The overture of forests, dead, remade.
The Consolations of Writing 
So many great lines in this!
Thanks!
This is one of the most beautiful sonnets I have ever read. Thank you for making this available to us.
Have you published your poems in a book form?
Will you let us know when your books of poetry become available for purchase?
GwennonR
Wow, thanks! That means a lot.
I published an ebook of my early poems which you can get from Amazon if you have a Kindle account. I’m in the process of putting together another book which I’m going to try and get published this year.
Thanks so much for the encouragement.