New Year’s Fresh Promise

New year that breaks forth through that garden gate
Does seem to promise hope of new delight,
And old thoughts are bid farewell, as his date
Does push them past the edge of current sight.
And waking from cold dark of winter’s night
Fresh Love, that long did under cover cower
Wills him to waken then and rise to flight
With gaudy wings and deadly darts of power.
For vibrant spring, in this timely hour,
Is ready to embrace and him receive,
And warns the Earth with multi-colored flower,
To deck herself, and trees with blooms to weave.
Then you fair flower, in whom fresh youth does reign,
Prepare yourself new love to entertain.

A rewrite of Spenser’s Sonnet IV

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