Ah, guess what?! No, let's see whether I can refrain from spilling the beans this time. It is lovely and finding myself struggling to write after spending some hours studying philosophy, a nature tribute seemed a likely greaser of the wheels, which happily it was. La, but 'twas a struggle to write, my heart not being in it for once. Does it make sense? Enjoy?
(sonnet # CCCCLVI)
Descending gently, steady, quite like rain,
Yet settling ev'rywhere in purest white,
First frosting lightly pavement, cars, unites
The scen'ry, as day ages, in that reign,
That softest fluffy Winter's counterpane
Called...snow! Its kingdom gracef'lly decked, delights;
In tasteful dear chaste garniture, sere's plight
Now solaced by its soft'ning touch would feign
Be nigh as dear as e'er before. Nor bare
But clothed in sweetest lingerie, the trees'
Boughs, branches, delicate twigs charmed, ensnare
The wand'ring glance, enchant to ecstasies.
While Life lies buried in Thy chill, Thou'rt fair,
Aye, tender still, Love trimming e'en Thy freeze.