GIVING HER BEST
I sense your presence though I see you not.
The winter winds and snow still hang about.
Bemittened hands which long to dangle free,
Remain enclosed within their warm cocoons.
These feet which yearn to tramp the green of grass,
Are wrapped in woolen socks and leather boots.
Oh spring, where lies your colored palette fair?
What keeps the birth of life from labor's love?
I can not hurry nature's plan or path,
So I must be content within Her arms.
My Mother Earth knows best for every kind...
She grants each season life when it is due.
In winter, spring and summer or in fall,
She gives her best...that I may be renewed.
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Written for the Form Over Substance challenge
Form: Blank Verse Sonnet
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By Sharon Peeples
© 2008 Sharon Peeples
(All rights reserved) The poem above was written for the Form Over Substance Challenge
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The poem above is one of the following types of sonnets:
English (Shakespearean)
French
Italian (Petrarchan)
Spenserian
Blank Verse
Rosarian
Pushkin
Jeffreys
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