‘A Winterberry Sonnet’ by John Grey The Society June 14, 2015 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments Winterberry disrupts the frozen curse. My vision’s charmed by tiny blobs of red Between fine-toothed leaves, above a thick bed Of snow that baits low branches to immerse In mounds, but they refute its chill or worse, Cold’s inference that matter should be dead Or trapped indoors. This brave bush flaunts instead Its rare December spring, bold universe. Like holly, I sense bloom in darker thought That would overwhelm me sure, were there not Deep in my heart, a priceless maxim taught By love, to recall what must not be forgot, That bleakness is mere background, a mind ought To imitate a winterberry’s lot. John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Big Muddy and Sanskrit with work upcoming in South Carolina Review, Gargoyle, Mudfish and Louisiana Literature. Featured Image: “Winterberry in Snow” photograph by John Burk. Related Post ‘Sing Me Not’ by Oliver Mort Goddess, sing me not, that barbaric yawp of man’s puny sorrows. He wants to swap his countless ills, not go down to Hades. The dogs and vultures wa... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Corey browning June 14, 2015 Wonderful Petrarchan sonnet. I like how the Volta is extremely strong in how it changes the flow of the poem from about the bush to how the mind should replicate the bush. Nicely done! Nice imagery and a beautiful analogy. The meter is a little weak in a few lines but aside from that a wonderful piece. Wel done! Reply Reid McGrath June 14, 2015 I always fall for a good sonnet. The CD rhymes seem a little too close for comfort but they work. Like Corey said, solid analogy. Reply james sale June 15, 2015 Really good sonnet – love it Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.