Sonnet 866

2023-10-31

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Spring zephyr shatters not the life

Of leaves in a smirk of slight,

That smirk slights the air of strife

And that air floats forspent flight.

 

Flight flutters in a coming summer

Where suffuse the luscious and lush;

No more luscious and lush hear murmur

Sighing stillness and silence beyond bush.

 

Bush beneath at my silhouette I stare,

Whom passin’ pinks pity in pallid period.

Beguilin’ and boastin’ in winter I bear,

In winter of solitude, sometime pester’d.

 

Soak’d in sundry all-season scenery,

Buckle of life I bond in epiphany.