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39. It seems we’ve entered into winter’s frost © Bruce Goodman 1 September 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean sonnet.) |
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It seems we’ve entered into winter’s frost. Your sullen glances hold a cold distain. Fourteen years together look as lost And rain an icy sleet. There is no gain. There was a springtime time when all was new. We’d picnic in the willow’s lovely shade And talk and dance and laugh the season through. We thought our love was truly heaven-made. As all four seasons come and all four go Time turns quaint foibles into tiresome ways. “Whose turn to cook?” is greeted with “Dunno”. What future? How much longer are our days? Tonight we both saw light on wedding bands; Our children sang some songs, and we held hands. |