Clearing A Page.

.....Went to pull out my tablet of infinite notes and discovered a page of half completed sonnetry. So, being the easily distracted, I went ahead and finished as I thought it a bad omen to begin a 'to-do' list with an uncompleted project on top of it. At least that was the excuse for the moment. :-)

.....So, to record the drivel here and tag it appropriately:

With chill winds Winter shouts defiance strong.
She grasps Spring's growth with a clawed icy grip.
With furious intent She blocks Sol's song.
Determined to rule life's will she will rip.

Young shoots that valiantly stretch towards the sky,
Bend to and fro in dances intricate.
Bewitched by Nature's strength told as a lie,
Death's season burns bright with a coal black hate.

But omnipresent is the flame of love.
The warmth that fills the ravaged lands with life.
With gentle laughter chasing from above.
The conquering force with abundance rife.

Faith is the promise that all things must fall.
For balance is the will that governs all.

.....I can't decide if it is hope-full or hope-light (Is the glass half full or half empty)? But parts of it are intriguing. One of these days I'm going to go through all these sonnets and actually groom the ones that have good parts and bad parts intermixed.

.....But not today. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.