Canyon by Leonard M HawkesThe early warmth
That melts the ling'ring snow,
It calls me back again;
A pure and very simple song,
I find you here--
Love, memory extends.
Those selfsame walls
That keep the season cold
Preserve the coming green;
And though there's strength
In winter's frost,
My heart's drawn to the spring.
So was that early twig once bent,
So now are growing seasons spent. 02/23/2016 Author's Note: A liberated sonnet. Logan Canyon.
Posted on 02/24/2016 Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes
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