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Sonnet
for a Long Winter
by
Christine Swanberg
The
long winter procrastinates this year
like
a difficult decision. To stay
or
leave? The voice is not so crystal clear.
Is
it a groove or rut we must obey
when
all our senses stick like ice dams clogged
with
winter inertia within our veins?
O,
if only our minds could be de-fogged.
O,
if only we could release the chains
that
bind us to a life lived under par.
See
how the crocus finally fights through soil
hard
and cold? Such icy courage goes far
and
yet comes so naturally without toil.
Perhaps
the answer lies in staying still,
flowing
with the force, let come what will.
~
first published in the Rock River Times
