So cold my heart from icy finger's touch
In passage warm you hug my soul in faith
Small crocus, bluebell, daffodils and such
There lies no sight in mind of Winter's wraith.
Spring's bonnets donned as ladies take fresh walks
Nodding, the admiring gentlemen
Soft giggles float the breeze in secret talk
While up above flies delicate blue wren.
Oh listen to the chldren's tinkling laugh
Their innocence from God's grace is bestowed
Racing round about like a newborn calf
In wondrous sight I watch faces aglow.
Man has risen from his hibernation
Gives thanks to God above, His creation.
Author notes
"Lowercase Prelude has the best contests"
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A contest entry
- Romanticism (PW's now allowed) by Lowercase Prelude.
750 points, ended October 10, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Outstanding
I liked the way you started this sonnet suggesting the springs vital renewal from the cold hand of winter. I also liked the spirituality the sense of being one with God and Nature. This is a well-written and thoughtful sonnet.
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Wonderful sonnet with lots of vivid images of spring and nature! Good luck in the contest!
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this is beautiful
so well penned
it has an elegant simplicity about it
best of luck in the contest
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