Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

sonnet XV

22 January 2014



Snow lingers, a virginal veil disguise,

whispered promises, future hopes described.

Long white flowing, threading darkness with light,

a slow processional, altar in sight.

In beauty she walks, hearts gladdened with tears,

a march, unforgetting what changes draw near.

Slumbering life, coaxed to awaken soon,

resurrection reveals an empty tomb.

But hasten not, for life, for once begun,

all things must eventually succumb.

No circle ends, the hands of Time still turn,

we live as if, but no one ever learns.

We hope for spring and pledge our love in faith,

but then we fall and winter takes its place.




22 January, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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