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.

Imagism : VI. The city at rush-hour

The city at rush-hour,

like a scurrying army of ants,

perfectly organised in purpose,

arranged in chaotic lines.

Imagism : V. Depression settled

Depression settled,

like a dark cloud that blows in on a high wind,

and obscures the sun too quickly.

Imagism : IV. She felt happy

She felt happy,

like a perfect Summers day in the park,

when all of lifes troubles seem so small and the walk is all the matters.

Imagism : III. He remembered the past

He remembered the past,

as if through a patterned bathroom window,

the figures outside all blurred and distorted.

Imagism : II . The sun came up

The sun came up,

a roiling orange dome of pure energy,

peering over the horizon like a blazing peeping tom.

Imagism : I . The factory was quiet

The factory was quiet,

like an empty iron church,

a lone survivor of a forgotten religion whose worshippers will never come again