A Farewell To Winter - Sonnet 5.

A Farewell to Winter.

Light leaks; layers the early eastern hills

Butter-yellow and fresh-squeezed tangerine.

Breakfast colours. The cold skinny breeze fills

The space between birdsong with wild green

Scents: Fynbos and firs, precocious perfumes

From hedgerows hued in blazing blue and red.

A premature promise of summer blooms

Before the last frost. When frozen and dead

These petals will carpet the trail toward home,

Marking the certain seasonal parade,

A farewell to cold, an end to the poem

That was winter. As dawn’s grey starts to fade

I stop to look back on the path I have trod

And offer myself to my Creator God.