Sonnet 243

Spring sunshine, idly sparks our souls with freezing glow, Still shy to shine, as winter's callous ghost refus'd to bow. Yet bold like brass, thy brightness beams unto our frosty eyes, Reluctant still, yet cannot help but gaze at newly bluest skies, The earlybirds, arise once more to heed their children's cry, On blossom'd trees, pink doves of peace with whom new hope's arriv'd. Spring sunshine, gives birth to life and light once more, With winter's wounds, once painful, pus-filled, now less sore. New hope's alive, upon thy spring-like eyes I fix my gaze, Now dar'd to dream, that hope of love for one and thou remain'd. And though my mind, once wreck'd and ravag'd be still divided, As great white trust, and darkest fear be now once more collided. But hope's alive, upon thine angel's smile I fix my gaze, And dar'd to dream, that hope of love for one and thou remain'd.