Sonnet 237

Sweet spring! The resurrection of the world!
Resurgence of new life upon the land;
Wintertide’s retreat, it’s frosty flag up furled
‘Midst piping songs and flowered sweet remand;
There heralding summer’s conquest, green and bold,
Gathering auric riches from the sun,
Ladening trees and fields with verdant gold
And burdening with fruit stiff branches down;
So on to autumn with its piquant hues;
The orange, the yellow and bright crimson red
Resplendent hills besplashed in paint anew,
Late summer’s bounty burgeoning the shed.
A pageantry of life in seasoned time;
Each trip around our orb a gift sublime.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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