Seasonal Sonnet

another Italian sonnet

 

A Seasonal Sonnet

 

“It came to pass…” eternal Scriptures read.

Once mist-air-dust, then mud with breath combined

Becomes a form that now can feel and bleed

To dust a trail that choices leave behind.

The frozen branch that’s leaf-forsaken, still,

Though dormant through obstinate seasons, waits

With life protected, hidden in the Root,

And beauty sleeping, quiet ‘neath the chill

In hope, will bud again on springtime dates

To be rewarded with a harvest fruit,

That is the Seed where life is introduced

With love and song and laughter to be loosed.

A fruitfulness in winter is absurd,

So faithfulness near death is then preferred.

 

One Reply to “Seasonal Sonnet”

  1. Thank you for sharing this, Jack… as a person who experienced depression, I can relate to this, and it is really comforting to think that there is a time for everything! I can feel Spring coming though!!

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