The Fig Sonnet
She leaned into me.
The wind pushed me back.
The glare closed my eyes.
The bird grasped the limb.
The tweet soothed my chills.
The rock warmed my heart.
The stone felt my hand.
The gold cleft the blue.
The horse kept my pain.
The fig hid her face.
The fur wrapped my soul.
The rain drew my sleep.
The star shined so bright.
The night closed the day.
A student of poetry, piano performance, and computer science in college, Margaret Lee Triplett immerses herself in poetry to which she is drawn. She has returned to writing poetry with renewed energy since her retirement. Her poetry has been published in Amethyst Review, Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review, The Magnolia Review, Deep South Magazine, Muddy River Poetry Review, Blue Nib Literary Journal and The Tiny Seed Journal. She lives in Tega Cay, South Carolina.
