Last week's poem was a simple, rather unimpressive little thing that I banged out in a few minutes. The my husband challenged me to actually put some effort into it and turn it into a sonnet. So I did.
April rains dripping and drizzling
to earth
Soaking flowerbeds down to bulbs
and roots,
Reviving the world after Winter’s
dearth,
Nourishing tender vibrant green new
shoots
Reaching out their fingers and toes
for rain
Stretching through the damp earth
to drink their fill.
Cool crisp sweet drops flow down
upon the plain
pushing up, soil is not as strong
as will.
Bursting again to life and light
Earth reels
Riots of color now paint all the
world
Winter’s walls fall to sunbright
trumpet peals,
Joyous Spring’s glowing banners now
unfurled.
Grudge not the rains that fall to
earth today,
For they nurse forth this world’s
finest array.
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