Winter Sonnet Poems

Don't meadows soften the uneven routes?
Aren't wavy seas engulfed by endless shores?
Don't rugged trees have within them sweet fruits?
Doesn't truth shield the cores of mores?

Stumbling...

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There are four seasons every year on earth.
They are Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
The season now is like boiling water.
This season is mostly good for...

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Awakened! I returned a stream in Spring
to flow and grow on nature’s snowmelt milk.
I came to be of earth and sky (...a fling;),
my sire a...

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Impossible beauty, summer in swell,
Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around;
Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well,
I know – my ears! – all the birds...

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A year has passed but not July’s shiver,
  the bed is warm and in the air a chill
yet it’s not the cold that makes...

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"Across our childhood’s street we trod on carpet lawn and holy sod. We walked along where some had prayed. Where once we played, he now...

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Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet...

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She, who had seemed my sun some bygone time,
feels now much icier than even far 
forsaken   pluto’s   sunless hemisphere.
Please! reckless Universe!...

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Love has been described as a battlefield as it can leave us with scars that can be seen and unseen by others. 
Especially when the...

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A mother's arms will make a boy feel warm. 
Without her, the world would be strange and cold.
She keeps her darling safe from fear and...

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Flammable I’m nor dry tinder,
Scare me nor threaten of lightning,
Past autumn and chilly winter,
I look forward to the next spring.

I’m already left with few leaves,
Let...

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Like late eve of a slowly dying year, 
Yellowing leaves await when falling down, 
Soon to get trodden when dried to dull brown, 
A few...

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Four seasons fill a year’s fullness of time
  and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that season of youth’s Spring balm...

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I will miss you so, dear August of mine!			

When September winds blow and the days shift	
Into evening silhouettes of birds,			
Listlessly observing from trees that lift			
Long...

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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...

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