Spring **, Sonnet Options

[Larry]

Spring

My love draws near; her breath upon my face
is scented balm to soothe her sister’s wrath.
I yearn to see her eyes, feel her embrace
but know that time restrains. The forest path

is still a lifeless track. Denuded trees
raise barren boughs as though they would entreat
her swift return. An antecedent breeze
which stirs the life held in their umber feet

beguiles me with its warm caress. She tempts
me with a taste of what will soon appear
when she reveals herself. Like forest nymphs,
arising from what’s left of winter’s bier,

she’ll dance through glens in diaphane and jade.
Until that time, I’ll smile at each charade.

[Thoth]

Hello Larry
Glad your muse is thawing out even it if is by the house heater rather than spring warmth. From what I see of your weather on sky, spring is still some way off.

Lovely sonnet that well depicts the yearning for Spring at the height of winter. Not much for me to nit except a questionable rhyme in S3; tempts / nymphs ???

I questioned the use of “diaphane” mainly for the rarity of this word in modern English language but in pondering the context and imagery, tend to like it more on each read. Although most readers would need to look that one up in a good dictionary, it rolls off the tongue like syrup and fits in well with the translucency of thawing frost and snow.
Love it, well penned indeed and a worthy nom for IPBC – good luck !

Cheers,

Wal