An element of sarcasm and reality of his intentions and his love of winter.
|I've been practising with creating sonnets. Here is one I wrote whereby I used three quatrains and a couplet. The octave is in the first eight lines followed by the volta beginning from the ninth line and the sestet in the last six.
A Winter's Tale
Falling droplets from the heavens open bare
Offering his favourite season near
Does one's temperament match winter's brute flair?
Alike the stormy winds, a mutineer.
The dawning of subtle showers blanket
To soothe tumultuous critter's inside.
As raven skies compose to hawk and spit
He sheaths armour to find a foolish bride.
But one's eternal furore cannot grant
A summer breeze with fragrant scents, calmer seas
A rumbling thunderstorm that twists and chants
One's restitution is one's expertise.
So long the winter's may come and go by
So long, the love affair will sustain the lie.