Sonnet 2.III - Embracing Winter
A Spenserian rhyme-scheme sonnet - with allusions to Shakespeare's sonnet 73 - about winter and death.
Below are scenes of the Winter doldrums from our part of the world.
When yellow leaves, or orange, or red, do rest upon those branches, just before the cold, do they cry out like Christ, before last breath, "Father, into your hands I trust my soul!"? When caterpillars shimmy out and molt and final skin hardens to chrysalis, does the pupa within have instinct, know that the shape it's in now is not finis? When people skulk around in cold and grief and Winter dominates most of their days, it's hard to see the myst'ry between trees. It's hard to settle in and trust the stay. Into your hands, Lord, I entrust my ghost. Within this Winter, help me see your boast.
For more on the development of this sonnet, see Poetry Postscripts 2.II.
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