Ann Peck Poet Sonnet

A Seasonal Love

I loved him in a Summer's breeze,
though Summer ripened into Fall.
His Winter arms, a cooler squeeze,
a chill became an April squall.

A season's moment left ungrasped.
I thought of love, but love is blind.
Its daydreams easily unclasped.
Untended, quickly they unwind.

He left in Summer, with no glance;
his mythful "white horse" ran away.
My heart, he nicked with paper lance.
I can't recall his face today.

Promises penned in Summer's air
are lost as they waft everywhere.

March 20, 2023
for "A Simple Poetry Contest" poetry contest
by John Lawless

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Sam Kauffman March 31, 2023 at 11:16 AM What an amazing range of emotions you have so skillfully blended into your sonnet, Ann. I love your unique images, "paper lance," "daydreams...quickly unwind," "a chill became an April squall!" wonderful foreshadowing! I really enjoyed the way you blended the seasons into a metaphoric ride into creativity. Congrats and high fives for your win. Blessings! Ann Peck March 31, 2023 at 5:44 PM Thank you so much, Sam. Well, like many things we write, it was fiction based on a few memories.

Linda Alice Fowler March 30, 2023 at 5:11 PM Oh my, what a lovely love story embracing the seasons. Congratulations on your win Ann! :) Ann Peck March 31, 2023 at 5:47 PM Thanks, Linda. It was a fictional tale. Thanks for your nice comments :)

Regina Mcintosh March 30, 2023 at 2:18 PM Lovely. Congrats. God bless you with love, Gina

John Lawless March 30, 2023 at 12:50 PM Oh, what a metaphoric medley of love and its many seasons. Masterfully done. thanks for participating in the contest Ann Peck March 31, 2023 at 10:48 AM Thank you, John!

Jim Slaughter March 26, 2023 at 9:43 AM Well, Ann...as seasons come and go...so, perhaps, do seasonal lovers. BOL in the contest.

Dominic Middleton March 21, 2023 at 12:53 AM Ah, a man of love John. Good to see. I truly wish more men had the courage to speak of love and read poetry. I think it would make for better world. Thank you.

Daniel Turner March 20, 2023 at 4:08 PM This one is great Ann. "nicked with a paper lance" That is one great line! Good luck. Ann Peck March 21, 2023 at 8:59 AM Thanks so much, Daniel. I'm happy you liked that line. :)

Sam Kauffman March 20, 2023 at 2:21 PM You always have such wonderful, creativity imagery in your poems Ann - "daydreams easily unclasped. Untended, quickly they unwind." So striking. Best wishes for the contest! Blessings! Did you get the rain? Ann Peck March 20, 2023 at 3:37 PM You're so kind, Sam. Your words lift my spirits. We got clouds but no rain. Sometimes I fear it will never rain again. :)