Out to Sea
Form: Saraband Sonnet
Along the stream there gently floats
Autumntide's gift, a golden leaf
That trails the water like sailboats.
It slips away beyond all reach
On past grass laden river banks
Beside the kirk as folks give thanks
Onward! Onward to sunset's beach.
The fishing girl with eager eyes
Reflecting gold in disbelief
On it goes beneath moonlit skies.
The dancing shadows lift their boughs
As if to say a bon voyage
The faster waters beckon with rage
And echoes round the ocean's soughs