Sonnet in Green and Reductions

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Sonnet in Green

Winter’s gray sky belies the inner turning,
Held solemn and slow until that one
True day, where all that is verdant deploys

Into a suddenness of green, extinguishing
that which went before. Moving vernal sun
From iced sadness to tulip petal joys,

Hearts lift with longing eyes singing
Openly, body and soul, to beckon
April blue skies. What once destroy’d,

Winter’s now past forgotten season, rejoicing
In the forgiveness of all springs, a pardon
In the resurrection of now and forever.

In the eternal newness of all green things,
We are all immortal with the rebirth of Spring

***

Resurrection

Held solemn and slow
until that
One,
that which went before,
moving vernal sun openly,
body and soul,
to beckon
in the forgiveness of all springs,
a pardon-
We are all immortal with the rebirth of Spring.

***

Eternal Spring

True day,
where all that is verdant deploys
from iced sadness to tulip petal joys,
April blue skies.
What once destroy’d,
in the resurrection of now
and forever-
in the eternal newness
of all green things.

***
The first poem is a sonnet written many years ago. The second is a reduction using the second line of the sonnet ending with the last line. The last poem is a reduction using the third line ending with the penultimate line of the sonnet.

robins in winter fields

Breaking through the dense gray mists, shattering
the mornings illusions, the robin throng
shreds the distortions of fog, tattering
daybreaks shadowy images into piping song.

Feather and bone, hollow drumming of flight
with heart beating skyward where it belongs
on feathered wings, the sky opens far from sight
reveling in the freedom of cloud and song.

Gleaning the golden field, robins whistle
and sing. Cheerful flock in the winter meadow
testing the mettle of ripe wheat and thistle-
for they do not reap nor do they sow.

See the birds of the air, no single hour of worry or care,
so much more than they are we, with only grace to bear.

*** The idea was to take a form and break the rules – but I think the only thing that fits this prompt is that I wrote a sonnet of all things! And I am quite sure that I broke rules somewhere along the line. smiles

Sonnet in Green

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Sonnet in Green

Winter’s gray sky belies the inner turning,
Held solemn and slow until that one
True day, where all that is verdant deploys

Into a suddenness of green, extinguishing
that which went before. Moving vernal sun
From iced sadness to tulip petal joys,

Hearts lift with longing eyes singing
Openly, body and soul, to beckon
April blue skies. What once destroy’d,

Winter’s now past forgotten season, rejoicing
In the forgiveness of all springs, a pardon
In the resurrection of now and forever.

In the eternal newness of all green things,
We are all immortal with the rebirth of Spring

*** good grief, I have tried to write a sonnet of all things! *Smiles* K