Well, to love
in that time of year
when spring fancy turns to summer heat
and to love well and sweet
that which is young and sleek,
simmering with fire-passion, consume
the green with new-sprung bloom.
Yet, autumn’s color also bursts
in fiery hues,
and glows diffused
in russet-gold glimmer, behold–
till twilight turns it dark and midnight tolled.
Still, there’s no wrong in loving strong
and right in loving well and loving long.
Day 27 of NaPoWriMo asks us “to ‘remix’ a Shakespearean sonnet.” Busy day for me, so this is a quick fourteen line, non-sonnet, riffing on Sonnet LXXIII.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I like it. It dances on the page.
Thank you! I wrote this one so quickly because I have a busy day, and I was afraid it would come across as Shakespeare for Dummies. 🙂
LOL! I’m laughing at your comment to Sarah. You’re no dummy…this was great, Merril. Enjoy your day! 🙂
Thank you so much, Jill. Much appreciated, and I’m pleased I gave you a laugh, too. 🙂
A nice erotic metaphor
Thank you, Derrick. 😉
That’s good! I wasn’t even going to attempt this one. You took the theme without murdering the content, made a lovely Shakespeare-inspired poem instead
Thank you very much! 🙂
You inspired me 🙂
🙂
Sarah is right, it dances and turns in a swirl of color and light. (K)
Thank you very much!
an energetic ode to the colours of love … 🙂
Thank you, Susan! 🙂
This is full of life, and that is good.
Yes, it is!