Winter Reflections (a Sonnet) 2


A sonnet consists of 14 lines structured into two parts. The first part gives an “argument” and the second part a “solution” separated by a “volta” (a turn), in the italian sonnet the argument consists of the first octet leaving the last sextet for the resolution.  Today at d’Verse Poets Pub, Bjorn introduced us to different forms of the sonnet. I am attempting to write my first Italian sonnet. It includes my thoughts on aging in this winter time of my life.


Jilly asked us to use enjambment, which is punctuation that reflects the meaning we want to project. This is my revised version with punctuation added.

In this gray, leafless winter time of life;
When reflection dominates my thinking;
And, age blankets memory; snowy, cold, twinkling;
Covering over old pain, hurt, and strife.
Forgetting past, and sometimes the present,
I contemplate my future things to come.
Will old age smile on the end of my run;
Or, can I peacefully pass on content?
Life still goes on, independent of us,
New changes will come, without our consent;
All I can do is watch, and make a fuss;
But, if I have no choice about this chatter,
Why should I worry, or fret with resentment?
To stay, or leave, does not really matter.


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Join us at:

47 thoughts on “Winter Reflections (a Sonnet) 2

  1. Powerful piece Dwight, deeply felt. I understand reflections of this type. With every year they visit. Staying now, as long as I can, has become my focus – the result of living with my 5-year-old grandson. But to the world in general, “to stay or leave does not really matter”.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. your reflections are so well paced Dwight, and at the end of this wonderful sonnet a realisation that no matter what we do, there’s a certainty of fate. your voice matters though, you never know the hearts it can touch.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Interesting reflection — certainly no one wants to hear the whining as we fall apart. And new sparkling thing replace us inevitably, so griping about it is pathetic. But it is so tempting. Instead, to find pleasure in no simple things is our effort — as you have in writing poetry. I enjoyed your insight and writing.

    If I understand correctly, the Petrarchan rhyme is:
    But your second stanza and your fourth stanza’s don’t match those prior:
    not that it matters — “Why should I worry or fret ” 😉

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s