°°The Midwinter Night's Sonnet°° Winters of word's arrived, if verses fall, pristine as silence, shall I attain love! Portray, compare poems to warmth of snow, beside the armchair, near the furnace - sit with tea in thy hands and fire in thy eyes clutch the blanket and also the quill's nib. Oh Winters, shall I call you my master? You, who provides me with words to fill ma' book, who sings as the nightjar in broad day light to bless with ink rather than cold blood. Not with scarves and mufflers but sonnet's verse here I wish you a night, a good-sweet night. And, when thee wake to see the Sun so soon, just bit it farewell to meet the snow's moon. This is a sonnet with iambic pentameter if considerable... 🙈🙈❤️ #pennpopcorn #clashofcorns #nwz26 #cocday3task2
