NPM: #5: a winter sonnet
Sonnet to Winter
Emily Chubbuck Judson (1817-1854)
Thy brow is girt, thy robe with gems inwove;
And palaces of frost-work, on the eye,
Flash out, and gleam in every gorgeous dye,
The pencil, dipped in glorious things above,
Can bring to earth. Oh, thou art passing fair!
But cold and cheerless as the heart of death,
Without one warm, free pulse, one softening breath,
One soothing whisper for the ear of Care.
Fortune too has her Winter. In the Spring,
We watch the bud of promise; and the flower
Looks out upon us at the Summer hour;
And Autumn days the blessed harvest bring;
Then comes the reign of jewels rare, and gold,
When brows flash light, but hearts grow strangely cold.
Although I am ever so glad winter is passing into spring, this sonnet reminds me that beauty can be found in the harshness of our coldest season.
image: EricBerthe/MorgueFile
Pam Webb 
I need you to find a winter poem that contains the line, “So long, sucker!”
Can it be original? It’s snowing here today. I’m not kidding. Yesterday I sat outside and got a sunburn. Spring is wacky.
Please make it original!
Hmm, maybe a cow doodle could be my inspiration…
And no cow doodle was even needed!
It was a hint to get one, Mike. Sheesh–I thought I was being obvious in my conniving.
Perhaps a bit too obvious. 😉
Fear not. I have a feeling you will get your doodle someday.
Cowabunga!
Provided you don’t use puns…
Holy cow, how can I not?
Winter winds we suffer ever so long,
sucker of warmth and joy
we desire spring’s sweet song
Lovely!
I love all of the poems you’ve been posting lately!
I collect them all year long and then have to decide which 30 to use for April.