A Calendar Of Sonnets: December Comments

There is something about Helen Hunt Jackson that draws me to her poetry. I think it is her soul- she respects life, she watches the days pass with a kindly but intelligent eye, and I think she was a friend to all who crossed her threshhold.. Just look at the warmth and purity of these lines- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ] We gird against the cold of winter wind Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep, In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease, And every shortening day, as shadows creep O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.

A meaningful sonnet on winter and it's manifestations in the form of snow clad mountains and frozen brooks and darkest as also long nights during the month of december. Thanks for sharing,

Helen Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up