A Sonnet

While the moon gave way
to the winter's drool
the lonely night's grey
hung by the murky pool
rubbing my bleary eyes
a few lines did I spawn
made a few more tries
and Lo! here's the dawn
sun rises like an elf
as mundanities take over
while I insulate myself
beneath the worldly cover
this sonnet I wrote today
and I sling it down your way