Keola - Terza Rima
Quote by Oscar Wilde
What plagues you so, fourth season of the year?
You seem compelled to bluster, snow, and hail;
how bleak to find you so devoid of cheer.
You rob from us the leaves, our skin turns pale
for sun's lack; bitter cold draws wintry gloom
onto our visage, trials yet assail.
O sister spring, roses are your bright bloom;
while life rebounds, how often are your skies
and streams the reasons blessings fill your womb.
Admittedly, though winter drowns in sighs,
her snows are spring's redemption in disguise.
Written 2 Feb 2022
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2022
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