The Enemy, The Cold

A Year of Sonnets — 030/365

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Perhaps you kindle candles, warm yourself
against the grief that settles in your skin
and find some comfort in the upper shelf
to reignite the fire lost within,
that quiet friend who fortified your heart,
whose careful fingers traced away the tears.
Are they still slumbering? Beloved, part
the clouds within and reach back through the years
to halcyon days, beyond your current ken —
those memories persist in muscle, bone —
a mighty light whereon you may depend,
endure this grief a little less alone.

Regard yourself with love. Though enmity
forever was your song, dear, set it free.

365 days, 365 sonnets. Come follow along!