not a long journey

beyond this day there comes a sharper turning
another road down which i have not gone
a different form of hope a different yearning
a different kind of victory will be won
it seems a miracle but is no more than work
done properly though that's a great surprise
after long waiting no one now would shirk
the chance to see thing with naked eyes
what seems like magic is just autumn light
but warmth approaches with the winter grey
for now there's not a thing that could affright
us as we look on the bright clear day
with nothing to expect but that we will
when all is said and done just meet the bill

Another comment on Chaucer

Chavcer his uuritinges myn herte and minde impresse,
farre fro the uuorlde in holie sothfastenesse,
bot ich uuolde asken alle ye gentille folke
uuho clamovren for ease fro hethene ioke
uuether tis trewe thatte euille-sovning uuorde
thatte swich rhyming ben nat worthe an torde?
For myn parte it ben trewe that Chavcer bin
Ovre greetest rhymer, to saie else war sinne.

For Dave Luckett

Thanks for your kind words, though I'm no singer
I have some slight facility at verse,
I have to say I'm something of a ringer,
though saying that fits not a form this terse.
Abi's example sets my muse to working,
though her fire was relit by one Mike Ford,
it's taken me some effort to move from lurking
to facing those for whom good speech is lord.
The sonnet is a form to shape fine thinking
in fourteen lines I must make clear my point,
from sun-god's well at last I find I'm drinking
or else the times are really out of joint.
My thanks again for your words of praise,
to your name in return my glass I raise.