Spenserian Sonnet : Nature I

'Neath a Winter tree, fractured sunset sky,

Harsh wind tightens face, heart is temperate,

Nature overwhelms, peace succeeds a sigh,

Freshest outdoor smell, love for this's innate.

Rested now, move on, over stile, through gate,

Back down winding lane, hedgerows eclipse view,

Ever changing sky, distant clouds as slate,

Eerie waning light, see the world anew.

Cannot dwell here long, only passing through,

Mood is leaking out, as a broken vase,

Soon the flowers die, petals lose their hue,

Everything must pass, even ancient stars.

What's life without death? Not time now to mourn,

Nature Life and Love, cyclicly reborn.