Nobody would likely write an Elizabethan sonnet these days to be serious, . . . or would they? Hmmmm. Rummaging through the portfolio looking for the “anniversary of something” to post, just to freshen up the blog, I came across this little piece from eight years ago when I spent a few bone-chilling days in Cleveland at a conference. Serious or not, writing it sure was fun. It wasn’t quite as cold as the pic depicts, but cold it was! So here we go, just for fun . . .
Upon the windswept Erie shore I stand
And cast my gaze across the inland main.
Pond’rous billowing clouds roll o’er the land
As weary thoughts besiege my homesick brain.
How rude the bitter gale dispelleth cheer!
Her icy darts so penetrate my soul!
And I a stranger, a wayfarer here,
Am cast forlorn upon this foreign shoal.
O bright sun, why refusest thou to smile,
To melt away the chilling loneliness?
How long must I endure this winter vile?
When love’s glad union shall I repossess?
But soft! I’ll close mine eyes and of thee dream–
O love, console me by the fairy stream!