A Sip of Spring
I oft' stood back and watched the gay pastel,
absorbed within the colors fast and deep;
and lost within a glass of muscatel,
I viewed the canvas lending eyes to weep.
When Venus blessed the dawn of newborn spring
and cherubs watched her soul from high above,
the Graces danced within a rondel ring,
expressing joy throughout their dance of love.
The death of winter brought them to the wood,
to gather ‘neath the canopy of spring,
rejoicing in the birth of maidenhood,
delighted Graces float within their ring.
Lost deep within this artistry divine,
I sighed and took another sip of wine.
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I adore Botticelli paintings, Amera. I recently had several contests prompted by art - the latest one being Bouguereau. As I mentioned to ecrivain01 on his entry, I have always admired sonnets and even wrote a couple myself, but uncomfortably. Free verse seems to be my niche, so I remain there, usually, although I have done a few rhymes I still like. And grace has always been one of my favorite words, too. This is a remarkable penning, in scope and content. Thank you for entering my contest, Sweetie. Good luck. 
Lyndon. 
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