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
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2 comments:

  1. Marie aka GramsJanuary 2, 2012 at 10:58 AM

    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?

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  2. KassJanuary 8, 2012 at 6:41 AM

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

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