February Leaves No Doubt That Winter’s Here

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Enough cold days lined in a row, and sure,
I have to say it looks like Winter won.
Three squirrels chase each other, joy, so pure.
This cold and dim-lit sun’s still more than none.

A dry and desolate landscape, though one
entirely coated thick with H2O.
So clean and crystalline, this day begun
with lingering snow-shower vertigo

while skies fill up with clumpy flakes in flight
mixed with the fluttering of chickadees
and just a second more, the sun shines bright.
A small hole in the clouds drops beams on trees.

That brightness, shone without compare, dims soon
when wind-blown clouds turn sunlight down to moon.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.