Sonnet On Sad Morning

Birds do twitter by dawn.

Off from the bed with a dreamy head.

Last night blew up dipsomania turns him down.

Gather into a backpack the garments heap,

Zephuros rushing the best road outside.

To the saplings, red yellow rays gleam,

To the road of rattling leaves beside.

A loth heart, can't diminish the lovable dream.

Leaving the green door to somber threshold,

Amongst horde, there's of frequent stare at the beauty.

Hazel eyes on the fluffy aspect that behold,

Glisten ember lips he peer; peering hearty.

On the coach, he, perish she, but not her allure.

Like a hearse he, but her loveliness in the azure.