Sonnet: The last winter night

 

Patricia González Sánchez

November 2024

Sonnet: The last winter night

As snow was falling, cold was winter night

The others’ laughter fill the hearths inside,

And under rays of dimmed enchanted light

The swaying snowy trees move side to side.

The smell of household gathers fills the air,

A feast of well old-aged memorial tales.

And holly chants resound for winter's fair

Undoing all remains of previous haze

As whining whistle wind blows fallen leaves

With crackling fire breaking tranquil rooms.

For when no cause could bring us pain or grieve

Eyes stare up high to gape the bright new moon.

But lost, she drenched in aged and wrenching tears

And laid alone the last of all her years.