Like spring to the rise of dead the last day;
Like fortunes to snow that just melts away;
Like eclipse to eyes that close with a blink;
Like bridges to thoughts to join as a link,
Like this and like that, we so like to say.
As life to eggs; fragile, handle with care;
As Ming to honor, exceedingly rare;
As hawk to hunter who circles his prey;
As talk to hot air that just goes away;
As this and as that – how quick we compare!
Thus, simile combines for clarity,
Two things that have a semblance rarity.
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.