Sonnet to a:
Minnesota’s Wintery Nights
The
winter wind of a Minnesota
Night,
is deep; a ghostly haunting presence.
The
wind upon the icy lakes, sleek but meek.
Walking
into the wind takes perseverance!
Thus,
a vast and high spirit, one must keep—
Keep,
like a vigil, a night watch of life
Lest
the hour come and labor make you sleep;
You
need a hidden voice to tell you when.
From
hour to hour one goes, converts to numbness,
Before
the night ends: patient in half stride.
Beware,
within winter’s night, man succumbs:
To
winter’s burdensome rudiments, tidings—
This
is a Minnesota’s winter mystery:
Where
night tells not if life, or death is dream.
No: 4481 (7-21-2014)
