Winter's eyes hath such a frigid glare,
That oft I see so mirrored in thy look,
Yet Winter hath much more a tempered care,
Than thou hadst if care thou so much took.
Summer hath an even, steady burn,
As hellfire hath if one may make compare.
Thy seasons in such temperament take turn,
And bring upon a man a weathered wear.
I, prithee, Spring may bring an even mood,
Her weather hath a comely, sunny show.
I pray thy Winter not too long shall brood,
For Winter yields to Spring as lovers know.
A distant orchard's buds will bear their fruit,
As, sooth, my love shall make your Spring take root.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautifully written, John.
You really do need to showcase
these poems so that more of
AP can enjoy them.
Love, lane
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Good one
It seems that the lady has a temper and does not easily relent, nor does she forget or forgive. However, he pleads for her to do so. I enjoyed this poem.
Andy
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