This is was my first, and thus far only, attempt at writing a sonnet.
The sun hides its face from the winter dance
As the sleeping sprites of cold fall to earth.
The winsome wind their beauty does enhance
While the vapor of the sky gives them birth.
The nymphs of snow cluster on frozen ground
As the twisted trees shed their branches bare.
The stunted shrubs are in the snowscape bound
While the sacred Gaia turns without care.
The intrinsic form begins to emerge
As the napping nixies begin to wake.
The sun's sweet rays are straining to converge
While the radiant spring doth winter break.
Time continues its eternal parade
Though the memories of life melt and fade.
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