This week I received one of the most wonderful gifts - an unexpected flower delivery - which certainly brightened my week, and inspired this: my first attempt at writing a sonnet (admittedly with my own variation on a rhyming scheme...)
The thin grey gloomy light is fading fast,
Today's short winter ration almost spent;
Outside the leafless trees bear their lament
That summer's vital beauty does not last.
I grieve for sunshine felt upon my skin,
For days of care-free warmth that I have known,
For now Chill's fingers wrap around my bones
And stop not there, but touch my heart within.
But here in gentle challenge bold and gay
Erupts a fount of flow'rs and foliage:
Fine layered pink in satin, deep and rich,
And trumpets gold through which I hear you say:
"Spring will return - but until then we pray
Our love, with these, will keep the dark at bay."
