Three More Months, a Petrarchan sonnet

Freezing temps, the sky silver with snow,
Airborne crystalline promises shimmer.
In the morning light, minute spectra glimmer.
I leash my big white dog and off we go.
Hoar frost on the bare trees’ smallest branches
breaks free and falls on my dog and me.
As we walk beneath the cottonwood trees
Across the snowy field, the fresh snow crunches.
The parallel tracks of Nordic skis shadow
Our path through the brown and golden tones,
Blue shadows, the angled light of winter noon.
Ahead, Mt. Blanca, covered with snow.
I stop, rest my hand on my dog’s warm back, she
leans against my leg, savoring our gelid paradise.

***

I haven’t tried this since high school. My sophomore English teacher said that if I wanted to be a writer, I needed to learn to write sonnets so I would learn the discipline involved in the effective use of language. I wrote a bunch back then. They really are not easy and I don’t know if he was right nor not, but this was fun. 🙂

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27 thoughts on “Three More Months, a Petrarchan sonnet

  1. Lovely Martha! You have captured what I have come to know as the perfect Martha and Bear day! Sorry to read that Bear still has a limp. It is so hard to get them to understand they need to rest.

  2. I love your poem too, Martha. It is a beautiful reflection of past and future and the reason for your being. I hope you write more of these.

    I have taken great inspiration from your bean poets, who tell the stories of ordinary wonders. It is a great way of recording today’s events without writing a daily novel. 😚

  3. Love this! Of course, you write about many of my favorite things – dogs, snow, frost, winter, xc skiing, and our connection with our dogs.

    Bonus: a new word for my vocabulary (gelid)!

    Looking forward to more…

  4. This was wonderful. This sonnet had some really nice internal rhymes (which I tend to enjoy more than the average person).

    And I bet your sophomore English teacher was on to something; if nothing else, it was good exercise for the brain.

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