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.
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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).
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