Day Eight: James' Sonnet

(taken from the desk of Mrs. Jane E. Bower)

Winter’s Potentiality
by James Castle

With weariness doth my brow shake and stir
As a once lived summer comes into mind.
Think not of what was. Twas for the better
To let go than to hold what wasn’t mine.
What does deem propriety? I know not
The virtues of long since forgotten men.
Within me, without me, it will all rot,
This egocentricity I pretend.
Oh, how I do believe, as the winter
Dawns, there will be a place for you and me.
As the sun rises, and sets in splinters,
Know my love shall last an eternity.
            Although I must forget what used to be,
            I hold onto our possibilities.