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Sonnets
Poet Lariat
SPRING 2004
Winter rots beneath the snow,
in the dark, drifts dwindle down;
albeit, sudden blizzards blow
March wears a frown.
Ditches brim, spring waters race.
Cannon-like the lake ice cracks.
Ten thousand geese arrive without a trace
ten thousand noisy clacks.
Too warm to rest within
too chill to work outside,
Instead I write of sin
how God with us abides;
how in my spring and summer, winter, fall
all times and seasons, His; and He is all in all.
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission