Crisp, the rising, is the suppressed sol,

Bind seasons' promises compelled you to keep,

Laugh, cerise lips, on the jade knoll,

Slow over the fruitless, undulance of sleep.



Beguile the loveless, the lifeless, the ruthless;

Enchant the land euphoric and serene.

Shy away Snow of Winter for Day is endless,

Allure the unknowing with beauty of green.



Regret not losses in apples of our lives,

Bury not truths you find as lies rotten;

Existence flows, still breathes, still thrives,

For time is waning, dwindling, forgotten.



I can hear the meek cry of longing;

Footsteps I know of Summer running.







** Note: For those of you who do not know what a sonnet it, a sonnet is a poem that has fourteen lines. 

The rhyme scheme is A, B, A, B, C, D, C, D, E, F, E, F, G, G, so lines one and three, two and four, etc, and lines thirteen and fourteen should rhyme.