Starting November with a sonnet

I had a spare sonnet in my folio, so I decided to post it to get November started.  It accidentally has an A-B-A-B-C-D-C-D-E-B-E-B-F-F rhyme scheme.


worth in truth

My verse could be a lovely rhapsody
with words like love and light, and butterflies --
some think that this is all that poetry
entails, though that is far from true. The guise
of mere frivolity can be both boon
and curse, for those who do not understand
might think that all astronomy is Moon
and Sun and stars -- yet we ourselves demand
there should be more in what we rhapsodize,
both darkness and delight, and we are free
to delve for deeper meanings -- feel the rise
and flow of pangs and pleasures truthfully
experienced -- as we create these words,
we show that poetry's not just for birds.