Winter – (sonnet)

How sad and pale the tree is looking now
her faded skin, dry bones that now pierce through
and shiver every twig along the bough
as if she dreads what now may be her due.
Does she grieve the loss of summer’s face
when filled with life she whispered with the breeze,
or simply bow her head with gentle grace
to brilliance that waits beneath to ease
our aching hearts, for all, it seems, is dead.
There is no rush, the earth will slowly move
her way through darkness, new seeds to be fed
and once again her certainty will prove
that season’s change has come for reasons known,
embryonic life already sown.


42 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ina
    Nov 29, 2014 @ 15:04:02

    Really lovely {{{ Christine }}} , such a tender voice this poem has ❤ xxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Nov 29, 2014 @ 15:14:35

      Thank you Ina! Last week at the writing group we had a prompt about winter. It was supposed to be a word that we associated with winter but mine just came as winter itself! That tree in our garden continues to inspire! 😊❤️ Xx


  2. Cynthia Jobin
    Nov 29, 2014 @ 15:07:32

    Congratulations! Felicitations! Splendiferations! and woo hoo!!


  3. journeyintopoetry
    Nov 29, 2014 @ 15:10:29

    😄 I will add a Yippee too Cynthia, I was determinedcto do another one!!


  4. leamuse
    Nov 29, 2014 @ 16:04:59

    Christine, what you have created is magnificence with grace! Stunning! xxx


  5. Harry
    Nov 29, 2014 @ 19:12:30

    Beautiful Christine


  6. triciabertram
    Nov 29, 2014 @ 21:32:39

    Christine, this is a wonderful winter sonnet. Then when I read it aloud for the second time it struck me as a powerful metaphor for death and life. A mutifaceted gem of a sonnet, my friend. ❤ xxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Nov 29, 2014 @ 21:43:06

      Thank you Tricia. And yes! It can be read as a metaphor for life and death. Although it was written as a simple winter sonnet, it’s great that you saw this! I can see it now too. Thank you! ❤️ Xxx


  7. mihrank
    Nov 30, 2014 @ 00:02:23

    Really Lovely and touching!


  8. Norma (Through My Eyes)
    Nov 30, 2014 @ 05:02:07

    Really lovely Christine. Love the last line 🙂 xx


  9. Betty Hayes Albright
    Nov 30, 2014 @ 05:11:25

    A masterpiece!! Christine, I love this – sadness, poignancy, hope… Great metaphorical sonnet – and you’ve written it beautifully. (One of my favorites!)


  10. Minuscule Moments
    Nov 30, 2014 @ 19:49:48

    Winter can be a time to slow and grow. This is beautiful Christine, my husband does the gardening but I can appreciate this tribute to nature and the continuation of life’s wonderful cycle.


  11. bardessdmdenton
    Nov 30, 2014 @ 20:53:24

    Splendid poem, Christine! Gave me shivers (of emotion) as I read it … more than once. Just lovely. XO ❤


  12. Polly
    Nov 30, 2014 @ 22:28:13

    Gorgeous – a wonderful sense of regrowth and burgeoning life 🙂


  13. journeyintopoetry
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 11:09:48

    Thanks Polly. This was a writing prompt that took me a week! 😄


  14. Peter Wells aka Countingducks
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 17:12:05

    The last line says it all for me. I agree Winter can make us gloomy but as soon as I can I look for the new buds which start their journey early, and watching them grow keeps my spirits up. You verse evokes the withdrawal of emotions that this season brings, which you express so well with you acute sense of mood


    • journeyintopoetry
      Dec 01, 2014 @ 17:42:02

      Thanks Peter. Strange you should say this about watching for early buds! Today when I came home from my “walk” with jack, , my dog I scooted round the garden playing with him and noticed some magnolia buds! Made me smile 😊


  15. Thomas Davis
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 21:02:15

    Sonnets are always always appreciated, Christine. This is a particularly hopeful one. Inside the bones of winter’s trees are the seeds of spring. A wonderful thought. You have grown into such a good poet. It makes me want to sing just to see what you write week after week, although right now I’m working way too much and have trouble keeping up even though I’m supposedly retired. Keep writing sonnets. Please…please.


    • journeyintopoetry
      Dec 02, 2014 @ 11:29:14

      Thank you Tom, for your continuing support and encouragement. I am enjoyingvthe challenge sonnets bring withvthem!

      And it is good to hear you are busy; it means you are feeling well! 😊


  16. kathryningrid
    Dec 02, 2014 @ 02:20:17

    Christine, this is such a tender beauty it brought tears to my eyes, and that hardly ever happens to me with poetry. Simply gorgeous. It’s a marvelous representation, to me, of not only the season of winter itself, but our human season of winter, whether it’s one of sorrow or one of age, one of illness or uncertainty, or perhaps the Winter of our Discontent. 🙂 Wonderful. Wonderful. Thank you for this. I am moved.



    • journeyintopoetry
      Dec 02, 2014 @ 11:35:55

      And I am moved in return by your comment Kathryn. Thank you very much. The poem wasnt originally intended as metaphor, just a aimple observation of how nature accepts change so naturally. But one or two people have suggested it as metaphor which is lovely! 😊 xx


  17. harulawordsthatserve
    Dec 03, 2014 @ 11:33:08

    I love sonnets, and this one is tenderly powerful Christine. It does read as a metaphor for me, as I can visualise the one whose ‘faded skin’ begs the question as to whether she ‘grieves the loss of summer’s face’ and then the image of the life yet to be, already cradled in the womb of the earth. Stunning poem Christine, really stunning. The writing group is obviously a magical muse! Hugs and blessings, Harula xxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Dec 03, 2014 @ 14:19:48

      Thank you Harula! Yes Friday mornings are the highlight of my week, and Ive made new friends in the writing group which is a bonus. Im liking the idea of this aonnet as metaphor! xxx


  18. Libby
    Dec 06, 2014 @ 15:06:28

    Wonderful sonnet Christine. I’m jealous; this is a form I just can’t seem to master though it is a form I love!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Dec 06, 2014 @ 15:25:16

      Thank you very much Libby. I surprised myself when I first had a go. It was as the result of a prompt in the writing group that I attempted my first one a few months ago. I find it difficult to begin but if my heart is in it and I am certain of what Im trying to say, then the rest seems to flow. There are different types of sonbe though arent there. This will do for me for now though! 😊 x


  19. Wendy Macdonald
    Dec 08, 2014 @ 17:52:26

    Christine, this is so beautiful, melancholy, and yet still “sown” with hope.

    Blessings ~ Wendy ❀


  20. Jane Thorne
    Jan 07, 2015 @ 13:51:50

    Really lovely Chris, especially the last line. ❤ xXx ❤ xXx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 07, 2015 @ 14:38:47

      Thank you Jane! I am so looking forward to spring. I keep picturing myself sitting in the first warm sunshine in the garden watching everything starting to burst through! 😊❤️ ️xxX


  21. beckarooney
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 20:14:52

    A beautifully touching sonnet, with notes of sadness yet also a profound feeling of hope. . . just lovely 😀 xx


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