Cheating January?
Ah, but while Winter is just now settling in for his usual stay, and January is unfolding his chilly self, that quartet from yesterday conceived an escape of sorts, which inspired the thought that cheer need not wait until Spring return, if we only might remember some of her sweetness now, eh? Hence that thought in this first of two sonnets...
[Note: "dust devils" are swirling patches of dust which I've seen ere now; observing similarly with the very cold, dry snow, I ventured to call classify them as such.]
(sonnet # CCCCXXVII)
Snow devils dance in bitter winds' cold play,
White powder dusting lying in patches here
And there 'neath slate clouds' moody o'ercast drear.
The world in Winter's chilly grip, the prey
Of dead'ning blasts in Jan'ry's grey dismay,
Forlorn, unwelcome, empty and austere,
Devoid of life seems, subtly whisp'ring near
And far of loneliness, where fears inveigh.
Yet I have found the key that pris'ners seek
As life is ebbing in decay and shriv'ling out
Of sight; escape and cheer though all is bleak
And time's weighing heav'ly, bolst'ring all grim doubt:
Hope. Promise of that golden day I'll sneak
A peek at: Spring will come with Life, Death rout.
02Jan12
D61a
Jenny you have painted bleak January well - with a positive ending of hope ! Here we have fog on most of the days with very little sun ! -Raj
The grim spectre of Winter is unfortunately inescapable for me. I am a creature of habit. Quite a write here. snow devils - I like that. I've written of sand devils, never imagined the snow til now. Here the winter is dimly shrouded, gray and cheerless. But you remind us of the spring that is to come. Wonderful penning.