Sonnet 2 ~ Ashes to Dust

Sonnet 2 ~ Ashes to Dust

Thirty summers shine and wither thy expression,

Such the nature of beauty and abundance rages beyond thy crest,

Youth’s radiance and zest, minored now to existence,

The wind takes it like milkweed seeds floating wayward, unnoticed:

Disappearing into sky, wherein the beauty goes,

Such a shame to see the vibrancies of child fray,

To see, within thyself, darker circles, vision tattered,

Now resentful and longing for yesterday.

Did I use thy youth to greatest acclaim,

Now sulking in what was once envied and glorious.

Is dismissed, forgotten, passed by, in absence of sweet child of mine.

No account of myself left to praise, and excuse is hard to find,

No beauty by succession thine.

Nothing newly surfaced to reach beyond,

No passage of spring to ignite warmth of summer, only spawn ashes to dust.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 2