On the wooly fleece of a wide, wintry down
When powdered, descending, white, crystal snow
Graced every hemlock and pine as I did go
Roving blissfully and cheerful on a frosted lane to town.
Boughs brushed flakes together as the sun set in bliss
Blooming like a bower, russet, vast and gold.
Its nascent, starry dusk renewed in the wondrous cold
Memories of your love, and of our first true kiss.
You wore a soft sweater, and your face did blush
With the warmth of a lover's angel, soft, sweet and fair.
Mutually given gazes, in the brisk, majestic air
Would fire our united blood among the forest's hush.
And when the moon did ascend, over the silent, azure sea,
Your eyes would over brim with sighs, with a timeless ecstasy!
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
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Wonderful Sonnet. Fantastic imagery. Great pen.