Morning Light With a Dusting of Snow
Sunday sonnet
Published in
Dec 8, 2024
In bright, reflecting light, I woke up fast.
A light snow fell last night, transformed the land.
A sparkly cleansing breath, this frozen blast
of icy covering. I understand
snow melts to slush by late this afternoon.
Get quickly dressed to greet the morning sun.
The cold weighs on these shoulders. Goodbye moon.
Unflappable inside. Walk slow. Don’t run.
The first few furtive steps, you’ll feel that crunch
sound underfoot. That crackling fresh delight.
A little hard to take, at first, that punch
of icy truth. The Winter’s less polite.
There’s no mistaking now. I sense a change.
Prepare, survive. Regroup and rearrange.
Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.
