Post by johnwatts05 on Dec 1, 2015 17:07:00 GMT
A “Christmas Sonnet”
December 2015
Morning comes pristine and crystal pure.
Ice fans have crept across the lattice panes;
framing the golden blaze and clear azure
above the snow clad hills and rural lanes.
Hard cold is kept without as fires blaze
on this great day when country life is still.
Most folk keep close, within a festive haze
except where lies a claim to sporting skill.
So fur clad youths go muffed upon the ice,
to send their snow-bombs flying side to side;
till hot pies and spiced red wine entice
all they and icy skaters from their slide
Delight for those within life's carefree prime
and old ones now returning to that time.
December 2015
Morning comes pristine and crystal pure.
Ice fans have crept across the lattice panes;
framing the golden blaze and clear azure
above the snow clad hills and rural lanes.
Hard cold is kept without as fires blaze
on this great day when country life is still.
Most folk keep close, within a festive haze
except where lies a claim to sporting skill.
So fur clad youths go muffed upon the ice,
to send their snow-bombs flying side to side;
till hot pies and spiced red wine entice
all they and icy skaters from their slide
Delight for those within life's carefree prime
and old ones now returning to that time.