Shall I compare thee to a winter’s eve?
Thou art as splendid as a star speck’d night.
Old Winter’s cold and sullen breath gives leave
To all who dare to wander ‘neath His sight.
Sometime too oft, our misadventure foiled,
And cold won out and nibbled at our nose
And caused a shiver, gently we recoiled,
And left our post, so cold we nearly froze.
And now the journey short remains encased
In frozen thoughts and blissful memory.
A memory that ne’er can be erased.
A memory to be endeared by me.
So long it snows, and God sends forth the Cold,
So long I’ll dream, and dream the tale retold.
A contest entry
- TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF RHYME (Now 20,000+) Part 10 The Grand FINALE 5000+ Points! by cricketjeff.
5000 points, ended February 12, 2008, 46 entries
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