Sappho's Gift by William J. Burlingame

SAPPHO’S GIFT 

 Through fields of violets 

softly step, draw near. 

Share my heart, 

bring joy to my soul.  

Muse now divine, 

sing your songs,  

words everlasting.  

A brief moment be as one, 

that I may move on. 

Lay your breath upon the gentle breeze. 

William J. Burlingame is a retired Pennsylvania state employee. He lives with his wife, and a number of squirrels sharing an adjacent woodland. He likes to read, choices eclectic, and to wander forested parks with his wife. Mr. Burlingame took up woodcarving, by hand, and while searching for phrases to use in lettered  carvingsan interest, and then a love of poetry, resulting in, poems.