our afternoon of wonders

You had no place

in that green oasis,

bathed in birdsong,

sunshine and whispering leaves.

Memories dropped like pebbles

as we wound our way

through forest paths,

lighter with every step.

Hands filled with fallen fragments,

minds with silence.

Tracing our way back

we gathered fresh energy

and wondered at the beauty

among the spoils of adventure.

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This sonnet is written in the tradition of the Shakespearean or English sonnet but it deviates from the classic rhyme scheme and iambic pentameter as it explores the dynamics of an ambling summer walk in the woods that progresses without a set agenda or rhythm.