Welcome night jasmine
to winter’s party
of cool breaths below
and indigo skies above
Welcome to shivery winds
before dawn
and another blood moon
to come
Your scent reaches February’s corners
ticklng the eyes of the passerby
Within that aromatic
flowery sweetness
a place nestled
among fronds to hide
Welcome night jasmine
will you linger
past the season’s
final song
And dance to spring’s
chittering cadence
I feel it
coming on.
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
It’s a rare cold day here
one meant for staying close in
and keeping the biting breeze out
Or perhaps to face the bite
let it rattle your bones for a bit
then come inside and take a warm sip
There’s tea on the stove
coffee in the carafe
Sun is gleaming on the chilly
palm fronds outside
But my couch is empty
too many cups in the cupboard
January can be an icy stare
smoke-filled rooms with nowhere
to breathe
Resolutions already falling away
A need for connection
but the line is dead
Suit up and carry on
it’s just one more day
one rare cold day
But with the birds flight
south-wind, still
a struggle to let go within.
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
How many cold, winter nights
have we sat by the window of some smoky place
and contemplated the state of things
or nothing at all
And how such a winter's night
could be so mild
'tis a strange thing but all the same
Fine by me for bitter winds
only add to the shame of man
For no man has not a care in the world
lest he have not a mind or soul
Would that I could take things like
that soulless man
My existence would not have reason
And my mind would think silly thoughts
through the window of murky winter.
Written when the Tennessee winter was more than I could bear.
The endless days and weeks of cloudy skies, barren tree limbs, and freezing temperatures took its toll.
It robbed the best of me, leaving a fallen, desperate shell.
Now my Floridian January is a celebration.
The cool winds keep the warmth from stagnating.
And I am smiling as the vivid colors of a blue sky backdrop promise me sunshine and breezes
and greenery.
And birds gracefully gliding in their sunny winter dance.
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
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