Susan Crowe

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Frail Winter has soon taken to her bed
where stricken with a malady for days,
to sip her bitter tea with sorrow's bread,
her gown of rime now weathered as she prays.
...

Beneath the pale sun's melancholy ray
a tearful empress lays her garland down,
relinquishing her fragrance of renown,
where blossoms left on each abandoned spray
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Proud of my Southern heritage and strong women forebears, I am a wife and mother of two daughters and grandmother of three. I enjoy the outdoors, music, reading, and spending time with family and friends. My favorite pastime is composing nature poems, specifically, personifying flowers into darling maidens. I draw my truest inspiration from the spiritual, poetic passages of the Song of Solomon, my favorite book of the bible.)

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Winter's Malady (Sonnet)

Frail Winter has soon taken to her bed
where stricken with a malady for days,
to sip her bitter tea with sorrow's bread,
her gown of rime now weathered as she prays.

The requiem is sung; no warmth remains
as icy shards of nightfall closes in
and darkness spreads like poison in her veins,
as slow and stealthy as a hidden sin.

'Yet nap for now, my sweet; your dreams be deep!
In fall we reap the fields; in spring we plant
while in the sacred womb of cold we sleep,
so be consoled with thoughts that thus enchant

as once more you will hold dear Spring at bay.
How could you think yourself both old and gray! '

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