In Winter’s cold lifeless light, you appear.

Delicate silent limbed, full of deceit,

Unpainted canvas with oils not yet smeared,

Pearl snowdrops swaying gently above your feet.

Like a temptress in Spring, you taunt and tease,

Playing guessing games of “what will I wear?”

With dried aubergine squid you us deceive,

Unfurled drapes of plummy claret wine tears

Then summer opens wide those withered hands,

Appoints ruby gloves, bids the sun to play.

With velvet robes and stature, you command,

Holding court in magenta golden haze.

When Autumn’s wane descends on all around,

Turning glory to withering decay.

Now is the time for you to wear your crown,

In taffeta cloaks and myriad of flames

As feathered fingers fall and you undress,

I know I’ve seen all four full seasons’ best.

 

I'm currently writing a sonnet a day in May, inspired by things I see in my garden. Youy can read them all here grahamparkerpoetry.com

 

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