J. R. Swab's Blog

Winter Sonnet

Categories: Poetry
Tags: winter sonnet

The snow falls gently on the vast still plain

a horse does trample bitter frozen ground

while chipmunks slumber nothing quite to gain

and ants asleep inside their hollow mound


The charcoal river fish have swum away

petite brown deer do prance the powdered snow

while wool wrapped neighbors ride a battered sleigh

and carving paths the man's prince pipe does glow


The chimney plumes quaint clouds of oak scent smoke

with game boards strewn across the carpet floor

we jest too loud and father's been awoke

it's never dull when cousins come to shore


Fresh candles burn too low the wax did spill

the pumpkin pie is fresh let's get our fill


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