Sonnet For A Sunny March
How few the days we keep, how swiftly now
Does run this season through, teenager time:
Not four months old and eager still to plough
Each night to dwindling dust; much disinclined
To favor lover's languor over its own
Hobbies in the garden. Takes sharp delight
In seeing each perennial seed regrown
And hastens day - for peonies need light.
Little does it heed our dewy wonder,
Nocturnal blooms that breathe their last by May;
Vibrant purpling petals of night's flower
Are lost upon the clock's unwavering sway.
But if I could confine this Spring to dark,
Ere summer came I'd know your curves by heart.
~CRH 2012
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