Monday, January 2, 2012

A Sonnet For January

Sonnet for January

Branches, vague and stark,
New trees staked against
The earth’s blizzard winds on
A winter’s frozen breast.

Streams, remote and aloof,
White strips of ice holding
Life beneath asleep in
A winter’s frozen breast.

Blasts of the arctic,
Life on hold, quiescent
Secret statuary on
A winter’s frozen breast.

Ordeals for the fearless
So full of life in spring,
Rendered silent by a pulse,
Frozen in a winter’s breast.

M.A. Hoffmann


  1. Mary Anne, that is a lovely sonnet. If you are the author, you should put your name to it. You could be famous, with words like that.
    Happy January, 2012, the magical year for....what?

  2. The words "winter's breast" are poetically perfect. Nice poem.


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The quote "Art is the only way to run away without leaving home" by Twyla Tharp, best describes the attraction to every part of the painting process for me. Having painted for nearly 25 years intermittently while raising 3 valuable citizens, I took up the endeavor nearly fulltime in 1990. Soaking up art history and technique books, taking workshops with Coleman Cohen, Gifford Nicolaides, Susan Gallagher, Michelle Chrisman, J. K. Drummond, Leo Neufeld, Joe Lorusso. My inspiration is whatever touches my heart. I admire the work of The Boston Women's Artists Guild, the California Impressionists and such contemporary artists as Greg Kreutz, Susan Lyon, Thomas Buechner, Clyde Aspevig. I keep my drawing board occupied with plans for still lifes, floral portraits, and scenes from travels; keeping my enthusiasm vital and fresh.