Youth's Vim And Vigor

Sonnet

Bedtime_a time of quiet remembering

Surely there is the Whip-poor-will's call

Definitely thrice was the ghost calling

No_only an old woman's dream in fall

 

Now my life seems to pass uneven

As a winter's night storm first rain_ice

Wrestling against old age soon engraven

Longing for youth's vim and vigor thrice

 

Somehow there'll be a brand new season

Spring soon will spring_ ridding earth of ice

There will be very great reunion

Of returning of  the birds, bees, butterflies

 

To all things good or bad there are seasons

Flash forward _to forever in Spring's  paradise

Reviews

[ice]

Very nice message.....enjoyed

[Ladysue]

wonderful title to this beautiful warm piece...Spring I long for it..love that last line...wonderful work...

[An owl on the moon]

You create a beautiful longing here... for days gone by and spring's song... Lovely sonnet this is infused with light and warmth in this coldest time of year... and season of life...