Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Behold these lily-white globules, bright they are, Soft pathways woven, a couch of powder deep. Larks humming in the air, sweetest to hear, Penguins feast on icy waters where they creep. Heaven's hand on Earth's rough fields shine, Snow fell to wash the world as clean as dew. A longing stirred amidst these white flakes of wine; Sylphs, in their Ice Queen's robe, tasted brew. The winter's chill, a painted, frosted scene, My eyes over these joyful wonders did lay. A fresh-born zeal, constant, sharp, and keen, And a silence sculpted into crystalline gray, Until the owl's soft hooting whispered low, And along with its call, the witches' joy did go. ----- Affaq

Listen friend, these globules, lily-white they be, Woven pathways, a couch of powder deep, Lark's sweet note was hushed, no flight to see, But penguins feast upon icy waters creep. Heavens' hand, on earth's rough fields did shine, And rains did fall, to wash the world as dew. A longing stirred, with these white flakes of wine.  Sylphs, in the ice queen's robes, their grace imbue. This winter's chill, a painted, frosted scene, Our eyes, with these joyful wonders, lay, A fresh-born zeal, a constant, sharp, and keen, Did rise within, thru, the decline of snowy day. Until the Owl's watch, the witches danced and sighed, Their joy did leap, then faded, as time's tide. ©Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets