Yekaterina Sonnet #1

The artist's dacha lies on the border
Between the wilderness and the fair field.
One winter day a gull flew toward her
As she stood behind the cabin concealed.

She was painting a portrait of a knight,
Unclothed beneath the January sky.
While she tried to get his countenance right 
This lovely visitor and he locked eyes. 

For a moment there they stood so fearless,
Utterly exposed in the snow-fair field.
And under careful painterly caress
His sterner features finally did yield. 

Then she took wing; a seagull's gotta fly 
To freedom in the January sky.

(c) Frederick Ingram
January 27, 2019