The Letter

A sonnet
By Chris Hibbard

The Letter

It came to her like water and ice
First solid, then liquified
He came to her like hollowness
First quickly, then dignified
Her hardwood chair almost shivered
As she sat and read his handsome words
That the post had hand delivered
The lines and words were wet and blurred
By the time she had reached the bottom
It was too late for her to understand
That though she would never be forgotten
He was buried beneath the sand
As eleven handwrit pages floated to the floor
Her smiling shining star would shine no more

~ by chris hibbard on November 20, 2008.