No King deserves such precious gems of finest quartz!
Look how they shine – like diamonds on the frozen earth,
so crafted carefully in perfect, rounded pearls,
a lacework crystal painted on our earthly floor.
No Queen deserves these diadems, just past my door!
Observe these clear tiaras, lacing trees in mirth,
their arborescent vanity a tool of hurt,
disdaining icy sceptres, shining from the porch.
No royal house can purchase such bijouterie,
which serves to decorate that Mother Nature’s greed.
Her winter vesture’s free for us to violate:
her gown of finest snow is dotted with our prints;
her polished nails upon the windows, ruined by our heated fist;
her valuables, with hungry eyes, we steal and desecrate.
Probably my favorite winter sonnet of yours.
ReplyDeleteMine too! I got really inspired looking at a snowy field as I left a piano lesson a while back.
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