A selection of winter sonnets

Seymour Mayne

 

Snow Flurries

Wherever
it
touches,
the
asphalt
or
pavement
disappears
into
a
plane
of
powdery
white.

 

Thaw

What
is
the
shade
of
thaw?
Grey,
with
a
hint
of
rising
March
light.

Winter Squall

The
snow
mountains
of
the
moon
fell
suddenly
upon
us
with
no
satellite
warning.

 

Cusp   

On
the
cusp
of
the
new
morning,
it’s
still
dark
as
a
cat’s
heart.

 

By the Bay Window

Even
the
cat
can
meditate
on
the
absurdity
of
a
heavy
snowfall
in
April.

 

These poems are taken from Seymour Mayne’s collection, Cusp: Word Sonnets. First published in the original English in 2014, Cusp has now appeared in a Mandarin translation (Dixie W Publishing Corporation).