Beauty lingers in its brief bloom
The glaze descends to coat the Terra in white, Each bough adorned with icy, brittle lace. Pretty luna did cast her faint and silver light, While winter's breath does time itself efface. Skyward brook, once rich, sighs not its tune, Encased in crystal bonds, it sleeps in peace. Old stars arrived close to the mindful moon Remind the heart that gelid, too, shall decease. But spring shall rise from death's adamant snare, And fresh rains shall comfort the dead ground. Awakening blooms shall scent the temperate air, A new beginning in every gorge be found. That Icy grip wanes; nay season stays the same, Till now the beauty lingers in its brief claim. ©Poet Affaq #Beauty #sonnet #newbeginning