| It is the time of year when thoughts of love Inspires, not only callow youth, poets too. It is not even spring, the skies above Still dark. Yet clouds allow a glimpse of blue Out of the darkness seeds send up green shoots, Despite the season’s chill, showing contempt Of that which would defeat. They send their roots Deeper, wider, to foil the wind’s attempt. Unfurling buds breathe in the rain-soaked earth. Inspiration grows, bright hues revealing Mother Nature at her best, giving birth, As she bestows gifts for the earth’s healing. Trees, bare-branched, awake after winters rest. Fresh leaves emerge, after their sleep, refreshed. Prompt: Write a sonnet on the topic of your choice using sonnet structure and rules This may be in Shakespearean language or contemporary, but it must follow sonnet rules. |