Date: Monday, March 22nd
The seasons turn, and now at last to spring:
Persephone has risen from her grave
the robins soon return, the larks will sing
the homeless men will out of shelters rave.
So too do poets grow and bloom anew
sprouting up green folliage and flowers
from winter soil where autumn leaves bestrew
the fecund Earth bedewed with springtime showers.
Let this then be the end of these daft poems
with which I’ve wooed and won your precious love:
it’s time to set our roots in springtime loam
and spread our branches to the sun above.
Thus I will end this sonnet sequence long
Though you will ever hear my heart’s true song.
Copyright (C) 2010 TJ Radcliffe (Some Rights Reserved)
That’s it for this sequence of poems. I had originally planned it to go on for a full year, but my life has been overtaken by many good things, all of which take time, and this experiment didn’t make the cut, as it has taught me what I wanted to learn. It’s been interesting and educational for me, and I hope enjoyable for you. Watch this space for future experiments, although they may be a while in coming. Life is good. — tjr