Sonnet 914 by John Edwards
- ACLD
- May 1, 2020
- 1 min read
Sonnet 914
“Frost”
Now herons and geese upon the field alight
Blackcaps and blue jays begin the morning feed
And I through the windows try to catch
The stealthy frost in flight
As a fading tide of white
Marches towards the silent tongue of the waking lake
By John Edwards
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