Tine to go

sonnet in tetrameter

 

 

Time to go.

 

The winters sun whilst sinking low.

 Cast strange blue shadows on the snow

when filtered through the leafless trees.

Like symptoms of some strange disease.

Which marred and blotched the virgin white

as with a growing appetite.

The shadows merged and grew into

vast areas of darker blue.

The day was drawing to its close

and night was falling. I suppose

the shadows and the night will blend

 and this will signify the end

of yet another winters day.

It’s time to take my homeward way.

 

9-Dec-08

 

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