Spring Sonnet - Shakespearean (English) sonnet
What winter winds do tear from tender
warm Spring replenishes to sunlit knowles
in seasons warm and ripe with natures hymns
when slumber yields
to quickened breath in souls
which dwell beside dark waters, still and deep,
where leaf and bud are kissed by morning
Along a densely wooded shore, I creep
and seek whats hidden there, from mortals view.
By Laurel Lake, the
legends say, the wee
folk dance by light of day when winter snow
has once receded, leaving merrily,
the earth to things that grow.
Come, stroll down quiet country lanes with me,
as seasons bloom with possibility.
Copyright © 2007 Susan Donahue
A City Sonnet
With acknowledgement to Kenny Rogers "Lucille"
What say you now of city's wondrous gifts?
your soul not crave the fields and flowers?
When shops and noise your heart no longer lifts,
Do you not mourn the passing
of the hours;
Until once more the silver dew of day,
Sets shining on the golden heads of corn.
And when imbued with
scent of new mown hay,
You hear the cockcrow early in the morn.
And did you find, that once across the hedge,
pastures new, indeed were ever greener,
Or did you miss the warbling in the sedge
And hear the call of country ever
With mystique gone and nothing more to see,
Come home my dear. The kettle's on for tea.
Copyright © 2008 Alan Harris