A Sonnet In The Snow
The drifting petals unbend my soft brows,
by Henry Tong
And trace my footsteps in sinuous roads.
I ramble bypass olden walls anew,
And warm the frost to nourish shrivelled rose.
The mist of noon awakes the world from drowse,
I grasp the hidden gleam: grace of grass grows.
Beneath the thick quilt, I hear whisper flows
Behold! No one lays tranquil in repose.
In which boundless snow as future endows
In starry skies, My heart ascends aloft.
Altered months awaits, dreaming nature oft:
Frozen winter springs afore summer falls.
Until greentime fades, broken branches sprout,
Fondest sorrow with, memories black out.