Shakespearean Sonnet

Sonnet of Your Seasons

Spring starts with lips that lie

Follow the night with a wasted cry

Never knowing what happens next

I’ll be your heartache, I’ll be your vex

Push me aside in the summer night

We’ll fall in love; in lust’s moonlight

Take for granted the autumn sun

Warming your back in all your fun

You haven’t a clue of winter’s steel

It stabs your back, but can you feel?

The cold eclipse is burning bright

Shining a shadow in the damning light

            Don’t tread my waters, though drowning is glee

            I have lost you in the thought of me