Ever since the first grass blades gathered
beneath the feet of wandering birch trees
those little leafs have made us leap and flee;
our hips an Eocene launch toward hazards,
Tag Archives: Sonnet
I’m Going Back
Going back now, I see the stand of pines,
the mountain climbing out of green to white
caps enshrouded in clouds and flanked by snow.
Should I Compare You To a Winters Morn – Sonnet 18 Shakespeare Mirror
Should I compare you to a winters morn?
You are more bitter and more discontent