JANUARY SONNET
At noon, I tromp across a pristine field
of white; new snow fell silently last night
to startle me again. It is a shield
of crystal, cold and alabaster light.
No school today (although I’m through with school),
explains the voices shrieking down a hill
behind this row of trees. I sit. A pool
of shadow from a fir, the sudden shrill
a blue-jay makes to answer back
the sound a plane inscribes upon the sky:
It is the noon of winter, too. This stack
of wood I sit upon sinks inch by
inch, storm by storm. I fall into the snow,
an angel, like those winters long ago.
Localista 
The images are great…and so lyrical! Nyum!
Thank you!
Playful; felt like a true “snow day”
So beautiful, Shelley. I can see the January light as we come out of dark December. Great imagery. Love ya as always!
Thanks, Michelle! Love ya, too. In fact, anytime you want to post a guest blog/essay/poem/story . . . . . let me know!
I like your poem, Shelley it sounds young and playful.
🙂
Reblogged this on Localista and commented:
Thought I would repost this January Sonnet.
I’m so glad you reposted this as I hadn’t seen it before. What a wonderful treat, this January day! Thank you, Shelley!
Thank you for reading it Cindy. I just really felt like reading it again myself…I think I threw away the hard copy. I had a whole “sonnet sequence” of 48 poems I’d saved since college. A few months ago decided they were mostly embarrassing crap and chucked ’em in the trashcan. Sometimes it feels good to (mostly) come clean. But this one I liked too much.