Nov 10, 2019

Foot Steps Of Winter: Rime Royal Sonnet

I feel your whispers lingering,
among the orchard trees,
snowy mist is the wonderful gift you bring.
Life wraps blanket of cool breeze,
dark skies summon the azure blue sea,
orange, green hues turn to brownish shades,
songs of winter-glory, sing beautiful maids.



Days give space to nights in their hearts,
birds fly away to far summer lands,
a hint of nature for winter’s start.
Evening spills warmth hands in hands,
weaving lovely memories strand by strand,
on my door I hear winter’s footsteps,
now, it is time for the summer to rest.

Rime Royal Sonnet form: A seven line stanza of three rhymes, arranged with a rhyme scheme of; a. b. a.  b. b. c. c
First published in VerbalArt (Vol. 3, Issue 2)

12 comments:

Kim M. Russell said...

Sonnets were my first love – and I enjoyed your Rime Royal, the use of colour in the first stanza and the lines:
‘Evening spills warmth hands in hands,
weaving lovely memories strand by strand,
on my door I hear winter’s footsteps,
now, it is time for summer to rest.’

Magaly Guerrero said...

Winter sounds so wonderful through your words. I'm usually shivering--and not in a good way--at the mere thought of the chilly months. But... there is so much warmth in this.

brudberg said...

I really love how you made the winter a moment to rest... the summer will be back.

Mary said...

This is beautiful. Nice to read your words again, Vandana!

Rommy said...

This is as gentle as a good-night tuck in. What a lovely and peaceful mood you've created.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!! ❤️❤️❤️

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Lovely to read you, Vandana. Here on th west coast, we are suspended in late autumn........winter doesnt come here, by the sea, we stay pretty mild.

C. Sandlin said...

Love the wintry anticipation you celebrate in this!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

What a beautiful close--it makes me long for a real winter

Old Egg said...

I am glad you look forward to winter as most of Australia doesn't really have that season except up the mountains or in Tasmania, but everything seems to keep growing.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautiful. (And interesting to see a sonnet with a free rhythm rather than iambic pentameter. I like to experiment with freeing up the stricter forms, whilst staying – just – within them.)

Thotpurge said...

winter's footsteps - i can visualize them!