All Comments on 'Sonnet in Winter White'

In the coldest winter there are warm spots you can retreat to. In the night, there is no black and white, until the warm sun rises and shines on us all, revealing what has been banned in a futile attempt. Dont fear the reaper the web is a keeper...

Let's wish for a different climate change

cause, as I know, there under the snow

lies something so wonderfully strange

in the dark below that wants to show.

The sleeping beauty of so much more

all the wonderful contrasts to the pale

the complementing pieces to reach for

imagine ale without the dark, so stale!

For all the colorful soils we were born to

the shores of blue, green, black, and red

rich as the ingredients in a mixed stew

is it really monotony we like to be fed?

My ears yearn for the eclectic sapidity

of your words' smelting pellucidity.

This is evocative and perfect. I can feel the betrayal and feel the sense of injustice, of being wronged.