A Cold November Day Comes Alive
Sunday sonnet
Published in
Dec 1, 2024
The wind’s so loud, it's feeling like end times.
It’s time to take a little walk outside.
Outside’s this racket. Time to search for rhymes.
There’s no place in this garden left to hide.
Three squirrels chase like children. While above,
a flock of tiny birds prepares to dive
down from the tree. This whirl of life I love.
A chirp of cheerfulness to be alive.
This cold and damp can’t keep a bluebird down.
The chickadees and juncos march for seeds.
A beak can’t turn itself and make a frown.
Noise scatters. Neck feels warm while in the weeds.
A yellow-faded sun broke through the clouds
still gathering above the happy crowds.
Thank you, Katie Michaelson and The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.
