Season Of Love–Sonnet 5 © 1998 Karen Vertigan
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By the gods, a frost. An age has crept by
More swiftly than Hermes’ winged passage.
And shadows grow in strength and depth and height.
Time chills the meadows of tattered spring blossoms.
By the gods, snowfall comes. An age has begun.
Recall the season of Demeter’s tears
And dry leaves are rushed across stone paths
And down the lane that leads to you… and love.
Forget all the deadly storms that threaten
To encompass the heart of the goddess:
That briefly touched the soul of the flower.
It is the moment of crystal clock works
That chime to announce a cycle of spring
And foretell of hope’s bright flight to Love’s house
And it dwells within the heart of roses.
By the gods, Love arrives to embrace the time.
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