Resolute

Another Year of Sonnets? #1

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I wouldn’t say the year is kindly come;
it sits, a burden on a heavy heart
that dreams of sleep–or, else, of being numb
anticipating all the grief that starts
accumulating, pebbles in a storm
become an avalanche, erasing light,
erasing light and heat. Nobody’s warm
or left with strength enough to care or fight.