Sonnet of Tears

Okay. I give you my sunday’s best. Here is another sonnet for the spring, written while in Spain. SOFT RAIN BLESS THE AIR WHILE TEARS CLEANSE MY SOUL. WHEN THE NEW DAY DAWNS IT WILL BRING FORTH GREEN. GREEN AND THINGS FRESH AND CLEAN. THEN MAYBE THINGS BOTHERING ME TODAY WILL NOT APPEAR THIS BAD…

Sonnet of Rain

I thought that once a week, perhaps on Sundays, I will publish one of my sonnets, the Sunday Sonnet or such it will be called. So today I have selected one of the first in a series of sonnets regarding life in Spain. It is part of a compilation from a book of sonnets I…