Fame (No Fortune)

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.

23 thoughts on “Fame (No Fortune)

    • 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.

  1. 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!

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