Festive Sonnet Sunday: Then Days will Lengthen by Cheryl Batavia

Forgotten are the venerated trees,
the winter solstice rites of yesteryears.
Neglected are the ancient mysteries.
Our sacred groves are drowned in Gaia’s tears.

Beloved traditions once so highly prized,
now, tattered vestiges of olden times.
Our cherished ambitions, half-realized,
faint echoes of the ancient, mystic rhymes.

A wreath of evergreens adorns my door
for winter solstice, the year’s longest night.
Observing festivities as before,
we’ll dance around a bonfire’s blazing light

and celebrate the cycle of the year.
Then days will lengthen, bringing us good cheer!

Copyright Β© 2021 by Cheryl Batavia

Welcome words of hope from Cheryl!

I love how this sonnet balances grief for the predicament of the earth at this moment, ‘Our sacred groves are drowned in Gaia’s tears,’ with the hope that still remains for our shared future. It is important in the darkest times to keep that flame of hope alive!

Thank you, Cheryl, for taking part in Festive Sonnet Sunday!

22 thoughts on “Festive Sonnet Sunday: Then Days will Lengthen by Cheryl Batavia

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  1. Thank you so much, Ingrid, for the opportunity to participate in Festive Sonnet Sunday. And thank you for the lovely music you chose. Vivaldi’s “The four Seasons was one of my late husband’s favorites. We used to have breakfast in bed on Sunday mornings and listen to classical music.

  2. What a beautiful poem on this special Holiday Sonnet that Cheryl so brilliantly crafted!
    Lovely!!! What a treat and breakfast in bed sounds sooo decadent
    Thanks for hosting Ingrid! πŸ’–.

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