Written for Sonnet Sunday – Prompt by Experiments in Fiction
I don’t fall into winter, not like the dead leaves, but charge in, daubed cheeks and white breath; eager mornings tugging aside curtains’ sheaves to see the silvering frost-blanket the night has left. I don’t fall into winter, wishing for some brakes holding arms in front of me, trying to stop time. I gallop in gladly, relishing air’s chilly embrace finding energy in the distancing of sun’s blue climb. I don’t fall into winter but into blankets’ soft hug, the warm closeness of my children reading at night; and the cadence of cat’s breathing curled in the snug ring of his tail - supple and unconscionable feline delight. Imagine a crisp, blue sapphire – the cold mineral gleam and yet shot with brilliant fire like a winter sun beam.
I am so thrilled that Ingrid from Experiments in Fiction chose to feature this on her “Spring Into Summer Sonnet Sunday” post today. Thank you Ingrid!! 🙂