Sonnet 1 - Shall I Compare Thee To A Winter's Day? ©

(A Shakespeare classic with a joy division-esque twist)

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?

Thou art more icy and more violent.

May’s rays do pierce the frosty ground of March,

And winter’s reign, all too short, turns silent.

Sometime too cold the snowdrop’s vines,

And often is its boreal hue o’ercast;

And every auburn leaf sometime declines,

Transitory nature’s course conquers at last;

But thy eternal winter shall not wane,

Nor lose possession of that cruelty thou ow'st,

Nought shall walk with you down your life-lane,

When with philistine discord thou live, lie, boast.

As long as children cry, or lovers depart,

As long live those, and winter stabs thy heart.

@Bea Wood - ©