Sonnet Xviii - How Dark Those Days In Winter's Cruel Grasp Poem by Valerie Dohren

How dark those days in winter's cruel grasp
With trees bereft of leaf or bud on bough
The icy wind doth all my heart so clasp
To steal my breath, then frosted lips endow
Begone oh cold and bitter season's face
With thee I hold no court or jubilance
Awaiting springtime's ever sweeter grace
As then upon her brighter form to dance
Oh winter with thy stark and des'late grip
Thy countenance doth bend my soul in grief
Your acrid tasting wine I shall not sip
Ay, thou art summer's long abiding thief
………… Thy shadow shall not linger here so long
……..…. That I should stay sans merriment or song


©️5/11/2024 Valerie Dohren