The Monday Mission this week was to write a poem. I suggested this to Painted Maypole who hosts the Missions. The suggestion may have been a big mistake. I decided to try a sonnet and I got the first two quatrains but the third is, I think, both limping and limp. Oh well. It's a lot of fun to try this stuff, even if your best effort is composed in your head while navigating snowy roads and fades from memory before you can write it down.
The winter world is dark, serene and cold.
Soft flakes of snow form clinging blankets, white
on tree and bush that sleeping birds enfold.
A silent owl drifts ghostlike through the night.
The quiet night is bathed in blue star shine,
But at the house the windows gleam with gold,
From lamp and fire and candle. Food and wine,
music and laughter, all the home can hold.
Crystal sparkles on a red draped table,
Roasting turkey scents the lambent air,
The girl child's dressed in velvet, gold and sable.
Lamplight gilds her mother's auburn hair.
A festival of light and warmth and fun.
A solstice party marks the turning sun.