The 30/30 Poetry Facebook prompt was “something borrowed from another poem.”
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,
with steamy heat that makes men limp
and inert, and noxious insects that worry
the living and the dead? Or a day in spring,
with air awash in cloying fragrance
and pollen, and queues of storms that savage
the landscape? Or winter, with perfidious
footing and winds that lacerate tender
flesh and tear limbs and power lines
from their moorings? Rather would I see
in thee autumn, which marks its passing
with kaleidoscope splendor, light slanted
long like a parting caress, and the intricate
bedazzlement of frost formations.
The Daily Compost 