C.W. Bryan Poet Sonnet

Sonnet For Spring

Spring marches its way south, inundating
the winter steeled earth struggling to drink
the season’s flood. So I bide time, waiting
for thirsty trees to flourish red and pink.

Yet when the heavens seal their divine doors
and the portal outdoors reopens wide
the red-pink promises of spring are floors
of brownish, brackish sludge when rain subsides

The birds are singing, or are they crying?
The mud is clinging to every footfall
Grasping with desperation, decrying
walks in the woods, holding me in its thrall

So I yield to the season’s iron will
and listen to the songbird’s somber trill

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Christuraj Alex March 3, 2023 at 2:46 AM "I yield to the season’s iron will and listen to the songbird’s somber trill" - Great sonnet, indeed. Congratulations! C.W. Bryan March 3, 2023 at 8:54 AM Thank you! I really appreciate that : )

Michelle Faulkner March 2, 2023 at 3:50 PM Very evocative, Corey, congratulations and thank you for entering my contest~ C.W. Bryan March 3, 2023 at 8:53 AM Thank you so much! This was such a fun contest and I appreciate you sponsoring it : )