I would like to nominate Larry's Spring sonnet, which is absolutely beautiful. Wonderful images. It can be found by clicking here
. Spring by Larry D. Jennings
My love draws near; her breath upon my face
is scented balm to soothe her sisterís 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 whatís left of winterís bier,
sheíll dance through glens in diaphane and jade.
Until that time, Iíll smile at each charade.