#auldloves
"...what is seen, but what is UNseen, for what is unseen is eternal."
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCLXXIX)
Twas MY lake once as twere, which now in pale
Morn's fragile Sunday calm is placid hence
In slate-grey silence wandring voices fence,
But don't as frore winds own this Janry scale
Of lost joys I view from afar in sheer betrayl,
The naked trees' black silhouettes as thence
Sae gaunt or rattling bony fingers, whence
Is't that the only call I catch--winds' hail?
Snow melted by rain, how th'expanse lies fer
Blue heavns' half clouded eye so dead, yet to
My soul's perception, 'ginning now to stir
With hope, though March is but a dream. We knew
So many things, once, and the lake as twere--
Its ***** like a mirror--shows 'gain what'd woo.
14Jan18a
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC