Caren Krutsinger Poet Sonnet

Faerie Felt Awe Surrounds the Lake

Daffodil majorettes lead the spring parade
Mom fox had lured out a reluctant kit
Verdant grasses are growing lovely shade
For dainty dulcet purple violet

Gentle nurturing rain from day or two
Coaxes her lace lilac to gently wake
Meadow rainbow chiffon a lovely hue.
Faerie-felt awe surrounds beautiful lake.

Carpet of tulips arrive on the scene.
Growth can be felt every hour or two.
Resurrection of weeds, not being mean.
Cyclical magic for me and for you.

The woodlands, the meadow, the lake and the dale.
Rebirth of spring yearly, without fail. 



Written Feb 24, 2019
Contest: Springtime Rebirth
Sponsor: John Hamilton

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Bette Bavington February 25, 2019 at 5:26 PM A sonnet that William Shakespeare would be proud of. Good job. Caren Krutsinger March 25, 2019 at 4:55 AM Wow! Bette, what a terrific compliment. I will re-read this often.

Eve Roper February 25, 2019 at 10:28 AM Great sonnet with very colorful imagery. Good luck in the contest. Caren Krutsinger February 25, 2019 at 4:00 PM Thank you Eve. I had fun trying to make a sonnet.

M. L. Kiser February 25, 2019 at 9:15 AM Love this; so serene and tranquil; had to "fav". Caren Krutsinger February 25, 2019 at 4:00 PM Thank you M.L.

Robert Lindley February 25, 2019 at 8:10 AM You have penned a truly exceptional sonnet with this fine gem. Every verse leading beautifully to the closing two. A fav and a true gem.. Caren Krutsinger February 25, 2019 at 4:01 PM Thank you so much Robert. I rarely try things this "fancy" and "poetic", but I was determined this time.

David William Breidenthal February 25, 2019 at 12:05 AM Epic sonnet and well-written :) -JWE Caren Krutsinger February 25, 2019 at 6:10 AM Thank you so much J.W. I do not often "do" sonnets. This was a stretch.