Sonnet

She came yesterday with a wan face and tears in her eyes

in such a different guise that no one would have said she had been back,

wearing a heavy winter coat that she had made from  dark skies,

followed by a flock of clouds like sheep; some were grey and some black .

She just clicked her invisible fingers  and instead of blossoming flowers

 many umbrellas, like autumn mushrooms, appearead in the street.

She is as old as the world is and, despite her age, she still has magical powers

and she indiscriminately makes use of them on lovers, rendering  them sweet.

We were longing for her warm breath when cold made us very low

but she seems to have fallen in love with the winter and being his wife.

She went to work, with no hairband of leaves but a crown made of snow.

And he kissed her when she left and her lips became frozen as she had no life.

Marry the sun! Accept his bright golden ring.

We miss your gentle being. O’ Spring!

Written on the second day of Spring in the style of William Shakespeare