Stories4Satoshis on Nostr: Summertime Sonnet by Dillon Hamilton The moving months of Spring make way for still, ...
Summertime Sonnet by Dillon Hamilton
The moving months of Spring make way for still,
The far-off Winter star comes close to rule,
Your day-to-day and how much sweat you spill,
He governs all things well except the cool,
Should he prove a tyrant over our lands,
Make our first appeal to King of Heaven,
To win from Him our shade in cotton bands,
To fill our streams as lumps with live leaven,
Rest not in coolness cast by fickle men,
Its temper is uneven like a star,
They swing the dull and rusted sickle, sin,
And take you as the bruised reed that you are,
Beg not that those Spring moving months return,
Beg not for less than all you’re meant to learn.
The moving months of Spring make way for still,
The far-off Winter star comes close to rule,
Your day-to-day and how much sweat you spill,
He governs all things well except the cool,
Should he prove a tyrant over our lands,
Make our first appeal to King of Heaven,
To win from Him our shade in cotton bands,
To fill our streams as lumps with live leaven,
Rest not in coolness cast by fickle men,
Its temper is uneven like a star,
They swing the dull and rusted sickle, sin,
And take you as the bruised reed that you are,
Beg not that those Spring moving months return,
Beg not for less than all you’re meant to learn.