Winter Sonnet (Odd)
Let us walk these splendid fields
Where tawny winter licks its paws
And sleeps; and let us pick such straws
And leaves as we may find for shields
To keep the time at bay.
Dried leaves make pale remembrance
Of spring, but better sidelong glance
Than none.…Can winter stay
When every other season dies?
The headlong round of time goes on,
Regardless of our preference
For good or the insanities
We choose: both pass and soon are gone,
And life is not in past but future tense.