Michelle Faulkner Poet Sonnet

Winter's Sister

Oh lonesome winter of abandoned wood
With branches so empty of April green
Your alabaster heart, misunderstood
In keeping a beauty by most unseen

I too have been called icy and aloof
Lacking the color of summer's repast
Weaving in blue frost a cocoon, a roof
Against the spread of sunburn unabashed

Yet hear music in a singular note
While the birds are gone I can miss their song
As echoes from a valley long remote
And in silence find a place to belong

I am winter's sister, with all her flaws
Who shines as the crystallized forest thaws

3/09/24

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Linda Alice Fowler July 15, 2025 at 9:05 AM Beautifully written Michelle. I enjoy the winter as much as the other seasons. You have captured winter's grip. :)

Jennifer Proxenos June 25, 2024 at 10:26 AM Michelle, this poem is so special and quite outstanding. Your excellent eloquent way of presenting this poem is beyond words and I so enjoyed reading it and re-reading it. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Susan Lawrence May 22, 2024 at 1:49 PM So happy to return to your work and read this beautiful poem dear Michelle. I love " I am Winter's sister... and "Oh lonesome winter of abandoned wood" Your imagery evokes emotions from deep within. Susan :)

Duke Beaufort May 7, 2024 at 10:51 AM Michelle, you have a heart of gold. It's wonderful that you can identify with winter. It has its own beauty and purpose as part of the natural cycle. There's got to be room for all different kinds of seasonal personalities. BTW, being icy and aloof might be appropriate in many situations. Variety is a good thing and not boring!

Triny Xiang April 30, 2024 at 7:11 PM I think summer is overrated. I like your voice in winter's hush. You can be aloof all you like, you'll find good company on this forum.

Ann Peck April 19, 2024 at 4:16 PM Your poetry always touches my heart, Michelle. Winter's Sister is beautiful.

Charles Messina April 8, 2024 at 3:42 AM A lovely and well-written sonnet, Michelle. Awesome imagery! Charlie

Kelli White April 2, 2024 at 11:41 AM Exceptional poetic performance, Kelli

John Watt March 30, 2024 at 6:13 PM Michelle, I always anticipate brilliance from your golden pen and am never disappointed. But applying your significant talent to the sonnet format takes my admiration to a new level! Your yin and yang of winter/summer is so carefully and concisely crafted with imagery from each season... branches empty, blue frost, crystallized forest, cocoon are all favorites, but "Your alabaster heart, misunderstood" is simply poetic perfection. Such a delight to read and re-read. A fave to treasure ~ John

Sally Eslinger March 25, 2024 at 8:49 AM Michellem yes summer is too greenm too green, i was crying half way thru this as sister appreciated sister…a fae for this winter + tree lover. I thank you for this stunning poem, hugs sally

Anne-Lise Andresen March 12, 2024 at 9:21 AM - The bird will soon sing again, Michelle ... a lovely poem ... spring is on its way :) - hugs

Gary Radice March 12, 2024 at 3:15 AM I concur with all the comments thus far Michelle; this is a superb sonnet. Welcome back to The Big Tureen. :). Cheers - Gary

Paige Hind March 11, 2024 at 6:00 PM This is beautiful. I loved your portrayal of being able to miss the birds' song- sometimes silence is really healing. Hug* :)

Susan Ashley March 9, 2024 at 8:49 PM Dear Michelle, welcome back my friend. It’s so nice to see you amongst the PS pages once again. Your sonnet is beautiful. I adore your vivid imagery and the power of the speaker’s voice in the couplet for a grand finale. Warmest wishes, my dear friend.. ~Susan

Gershon Wolf March 9, 2024 at 6:58 PM A gorgeous sonnet, Michelle. Especially love the 'alabaster heart.' ... And thank you so much for your visits to my site... Bravo, Gershon

David Walker March 9, 2024 at 11:47 AM Masterfully done, Michelle. I like reading your poetry.