I just learned that my little sonnet, “Yearning on a 90 Degree Day” has been accepted for publication in one of the local literary magazines, Messages from the Hidden Lake.
Here’s the poem. A Shakespearean sonnet, somewhat loosely constructed. I didn’t get fetishistic about the iambic pentameter.
Yearning on a 90 Degree Day
Martha Kennedy (with help from Polar Bear Yeti T. Dog)
Minus five. The sky is 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 from the bare trees’ smallest branches,
shaken free, drifts slowly on my dog and me,
as we walk beneath the cottonwood trees.
With each step of my high boots, fresh snow crunches.
The parallel tracks of Nordic skis shadow
Our path through this season that ends too soon,
Blue shadows, the angled light of winter noon.
The distant Sangres gleam white with snow.
I stop, rest my hand on my dog’s warm back, she
leans against my leg, we savor our frozen paradise.
“Summer is the season of inferior sledding” - Inuit proverb (Women's Wilderness Legend) 
A lovely poem — gives me the feeling that I was there with you!
Wonderful! 🙂
Lovely. Of course they wanted to include it!
It has Bear and snow. Pretty much the sina qua non of poetry all over the world 😉
wonderful imagery – and congrats – it sounds like a lovely crisp day
Thank you! Those are the BEST days.
Lovely
❤
Brrrr! The words pulled me from my warm room into the cold of your Big Empty. Excellent! Congratulations on the publication!
❤ Thank you.
I can certainly see why this has been accepted for publication, Martha! Lovely, flowing words and such clear images.
❤ Thank you! I hardly ever write a poem 🙂
You should, evidently!
🙂
A writer, an artist, a poet, AND, a friend of Bernie! Love that meme!
Enjoy the winter, we are finally getting snow!
The Bernie meme was the best part of the past 4 years. 😀
beautiful poem! And spreading through the SLV!
Thank you! I wasn’t sure I could do it, but Mr. Rich, my sophomore English teacher, always said, “A writer has to be able to construct a sonnet.” I remembered that so I had to try.
Wonderful! Felt like I was there with you and Bear. I especially like: Hoar frost from the bare trees’ smallest branches, shaken free, drifts slowly on my dog and me” Congratulations!
Thank you! I guess it takes decades for the ripe fruit to fall, so to speak.
Oh yes, I know what you mean!
Superb. Emotion recalled in tranquility
Thank you.