#SeasonalSonnets 2017: 1st Dec

Hello my lovely readers

I'm back, with a short post, a poem and a picture - because it's #SeasonalSonnets time again. I wasn't going to do it this year, out of self-care, but I've actually been writing poetry for self-care...so I thought I might as well. This first one isn't one I'd already written, but a lot of the rest will be.

It's about what has changed in the year since I started this series, my excitement for the year to follow this one, and it allows me to say, after a very long while, I'll be back again soon; tomorrow!

Love and spoons

Jx

1^st December 2017

This sonnet marks the start of a new tranche

of poems to explore the winter season

and all the ways this year has let me branch

beyond the bounds of either rhyme or reason.

Last year, I wrote of hope for a December

I’d not been gifted with for a decade.

This year, I can do more than just remember

the things I did at that much younger age.

That’s not to say the months between were perfect

(in fact they have been filled with loss and grief)

but, as some old emotions have resurfaced,

I’ve found that they’ve brought with them self-belief.

Through tackling them, my body’s in less pain;

now I can plan adventures once again.

Copyright Jessi Parrott December 2017