by John Lars Zwerenz
By moss-clad benches, in the autumnal air,
Beneath the swaying myrtle trees,
Soft gales swirl the leaves around our knees,
As they grace with scent your sable hair.
And as we trod upon the wooded lane,
At one with the rising, sallow sun,
Harpsichords play, uniting us as one,
In the lush, sweet song of the misty rain.
And as I lavish upon your russet lips
A buss of passion, laced with thyme,
We compose a flowing sonnet of rhyme.
And the moon, half hidden from our gaze,
Transforms into radiant rays as it dips,
Lauding our love in our boon by the bays.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
John Lars Zwerenz (1969- ) is an American impressionistic poet. He is considered one of the most important new literary figures in the world, both internationally and in The United States. He has published seven books of poetry, all of which have risen dramatically in price since their original publication. Zwerenz owns a B.A. in English from The City University Of New York At Queens College and has traveled extensively throughout The United States and overseas as a kind of literary wanderer. He has held a bohemian reputation since his youth. Zwerenz's two most recent poetry books, "Ecstasy And Other Poems", released in December of 2016, and "Elysian Meadows", released in February of 2017, have been published by ATLA Publishing, based in The UK. His poems have also appeared prolifically in International Magazines and other anthologies. Zwerenz's poetry is often highly spiritual in nature. His verse almost always adheres to strict, metrical stanzas. He currently resides in The United States, and is 48 years of age., - Rachael Canter
Last updated February 20, 2015