Poem 43: Golden Wedding toast

(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean Sonnet. This is the last Sonnet for this month.)

At minus two degrees it’s just like summer,
At least that summer fifty years gone by.
Let’s face it folks, that summer was a bummer;
It made the global warming stuff a lie.

Fifty years ago my girl was ice;
She told me straight, go jump into the lake.
Some other things she said weren’t quite as nice.
I took the plunge and stayed, for goodness sake!

Well, next she entered riding on a high horse
Just as autumn leaves were shedding gold;
She sneered and said go take a hike, of course.
So once again I stepped out in the cold.

A toast to icy days when we were young;
Yet winter’s snug because she’s summer’s sun!

7 thoughts on “Poem 43: Golden Wedding toast

  1. umashankar

    The cusp of summer and winter, the embrace of icy fingers with their glowing brethren, the intermingling of now with those gone by moments, the zeal and follies of the heady youth and the pain and pleasure of reminiscence, your sonnet captures it all. You leave enriched whatever form you choose to grace. I feel blessed to be your reader.

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