Harvest Sonnet If, in June, clouds crack and seeping, Leak their cache upon beast and field, Surety no longer keeping, This payment, late, defaults the yield; Lest the rain delay the reaping Another week and bring to bear Blight and pests with six legs creeping, To heaven we post one more prayer And hurry; scythes slicing, sweeping Through the amber ocean’s waves, Felling rows, hay bound and heaping As headless stalks stand in their graves Drowned beneath the deluge, steeping, Soaked by tears of June clouds weeping. Magicians of the Night Amidst the dancing shadows gray, That mark the change to dusk from day, A mesmerizing love affair Begins in summer’s sultry air. Cicadas call in voices shrill, Mosquitos bite and spiders kill, As June bugs fly into July, The sun departs, the breezes die. Before the stars emit their glow, Their earthen kin announce the show. Sparkling bright with noiseless wonder, Flashes lightning without thunder. Teasing foes, eluding capture, Near at hand then gone in rapture. The act is grand, our hearts delight, Bravo! Magicians of the night. Landon Porter is an entrepreneur and database developer in Kansas City, Missouri, where he lives with his wife and three children. He enjoys writing formal verse and the inherent challenges therein, and plans to publish his first collection of poetry in 2020.