#SeasonalSonnets: 1st Dec.

Hello my dear readers

What's this, you say, a post on a Thursday!? Why yes - following last night's discussion of poetry and the solace I find in it, I'm breaking with convention (quelle surprise!) to announce a new feature for this blog - a venture in verse that will hopefully last for the duration of December. As you will gather from the title, I'm calling it #SeasonalSonnets. This is for two reasons. Firstly, I don't want to ally it with any particular festival, because in our house we celebrate an amalgam of the Judeo-Christian traditions under the name of either Christmukkah or Channumas - and charting that will just get too complex, especially as my priority is preparing for my PhD upgrade. Secondly, I may not quite manage to upload every day, and 'seasonal' is helpfully vague.

For now, though, I do plan that this will survive well - so here is the first entry, along with a suitably atmospheric light drawing. I wrote this early this morning as I looked out my window. Hope you enjoy and, if you do, come back for another tomorrow!

1^st December

 

I look outside my window and I see

a lovely but deceptive sky of blue

above a scattered carpet of red leaves

which,  of the chill, provides the only clue.

From them I know that I must wrap up warm,

for, without layers, I cannot be sure

my body will be sensible and calm

to let me get work done today (and more).

Yet somehow still I find I am serene,

not like the (long gone) days of undergrad,

‘cause grown up me knows that cold doesn’t mean

for definite my spasms will be bad.

Today I feel the joy of a December

much different from the last few I remember.

Copyright Jessi Parrott December 2016