Showing posts with label winter sonnet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter sonnet. Show all posts

Thursday, February 6, 2020

The Gray Tree (Piet Mondrian), Sonnet #497

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My Human Disguise.









The ice storm lasted for 36 hours
And coated each tree limb an inch thick.
Workers couldn’t climb collapsing towers
And three hundred thousand clocks ceased to tick.
The trees crumpled beneath the weight and ripped
The power lines from transformers and poles.
Each overloaded circuit breaker tripped.
Without heat we hid in our beds like moles.
Two days later the sun melted the glaze.
Our yards and streets turned pool and rivulet.
The next day a warm wind and hotter blaze
Blew everything dry before the sun set.
The lights came on and normalcy returned.
That spring a million limbs were trimmed and burned.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Winter (Giuseppe Arcimboldo), Sonnet #440

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My Human Disguise.
















I am old and my blood won’t thaw.
I am the end. My lips are mold.
As if I execute some law,
I imprison all with the cold,
The icy and the bitter winds,
Punish spring’s, fall’s, and summer’s sins.
My eyes, nose and cheeks rot and cake.
A few green leaves cling to me still —
My young branches refuse to die.
It’s time to summon the first flake —
My sole star only time can kill —
And then to open up the sky.
When all is buried I will sleep
A tearless world that will not weep.