Sonnet 355

What merry music makes the month of May!
Songsters singing to each frost worn winter ear,
Branches festooned in wedding garlands sway,
To choruses of sun’s sweet summers’ cheer;
Bright radiant hope extols a world reborn
Dappling through viridian tinted trees
While cruel April leaves the stage forlorn
Fair hastened by a perfume scented breeze.
The earth resplendent, rising from the grave
In proud hosannas sung by joyful breath
Bidding farewell to ice wind sanctioned knaves,
Sealing their fate in nascent beauty blessed;
As was the first so shall it be at last,
Salvation shines when mighty shadows pass.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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