Sonnet Of Spring
Not to spring only is the sun confined
by Barry Middleton
but in the dreadful winter, dread removes.
It leaves a lacy pattern so refined
upon the snow and thus approves.
As when it passes into night,
its aspect dies,
but darkness lies
when plainly moon and stars reflect its might.
Nor only at zenith is felt the light,
or early the morning,
or late the evening,
but through our days and unto night.
Not to spring only is the sun confined,
it leaves a lacy pattern so refined.