Through the Uncrimson Snowstorm
Like the Crown's Blood, the petals fall in turns
Of collaborations against thou sunlight
Coursing to the gray earth to endow right
Contemplations, which single hearts do spurn
In their intransigence to worthwhile creeds
And manifestos to the wilderness
Through diagonal snowstorms: so please Bliss
Prevail, thou transcendental little bead.
This I wrote during the beginning of AP Economics, because a lady friend of mine was absent. It was also my day to bring snacks to AP Euro next period, and I purposefully brought her favorite snack: Smartfood popcorn. Her absence made me sad, and in light of the Nor'Easter going on outside, I wrote an octet comparing her absence to the snowstorm, to Christ's blood shed by the Crown of Thorns, and to falling petals. Indeed, it is bitter and depresing that she was absent, but was necessary to be sure that I grow not too dependent on her persence for happiness. Snow to many is deary and inconvenient, but necessary for a healthy spring. The fallen petals are beautiful even in memory. Christ suffered horribly for our sins, but his Blood was needed for our salvation: itself a springtime. How well it turned out (I think)! Perhaps I should give it to her (the same girl who received Sonnet XXVIII in December).