Posted by: KJSmyling | January 23, 2009

Sonnet I

Soft earth made hard, solid with winter’s freeze,
Holds fast the seeds of coming spring.
Awaiting nature’s fist to take its ease
Release the grip, remove the bitter sting.
Deep in the warmth of the Mothers breast
Nurtured by the blood that feeds the force,
But dormant, still silence fills the earthy nest
As life needs light to fuel the vital source.
Days lengthening now heralds seasons turn,
Recalling summers lease and longer days.
The heart recalls the sun, begins to yearn
As light brings life, ignites the fuse, ablaze.
          Nature’s year moves forward, the die is cast,
          While man, the planner, looks to his past.


  1. We seem to be in a thoughtful mood this week!


  2. A well executed seasonal poem beautifully expressed.

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