a sonnet of renewal
The sun in winter hides behind grey clouds
Or shines so bright it glares on fallen snow.
Most days now we all shiver in our shrouds
And try hard to remember what we know:
That summer comes again after this cold,
And one day soon we get to plant again
When freezing ground releases its tight hold
And soil accepts the seed, but who knows when?
Our faith in warmth is bolstered by the creep
Of sunlight on the wall as it…