Sonnets for the New Year.Sonnets 6,7,8

The Frost’s Soft Script (Shakespearean Sonnet)

This sonnet focuses on the visual transition of the landscape in early 2026.

The morning air is sharp, a crystal blade,

That carves the silence into shapes of white;

The ghosts of twenty-five begin to fade,

Dissolved within this stark and winter light.

Each frozen branch is etched against the grey,

A skeleton of what was once so green;

Yet in this cold, the seeds of April stay,

Tucked deep within a world as yet unseen.

The earth is resting, drawing quiet breath,

To build the strength that every bloom will need;

There is a life that hides inside this death,

A silent promise in the sleeping seed.

So let us wait while winter does its part,

To write the spring upon the waiting heart.

The Turning Tide (Petrarchan Sonnet)

This sonnet uses the Italian structure to reflect on the shift from external noise to internal peace.

The celebration fades into the dark,

The echo of the bells begins to cease;

And in the hollow of this newfound peace,

The spirit finds a small and steady spark.

It does not need a grand or loud remark,

Or any promise of a swift release;

But only that the inner joys increase,

And leave upon the days a gentle mark.

Now we must walk the road that lies ahead,

With nothing but our courage for a lamp;

By all the truths of yesterday we’re fed.

Though morning mist is often cold and damp,

We leave the heavy stones of what is dead,

And in the fields of hope we pitch our camp.

The Book of Days (Spenserian Sonnet)

This interlocking sonnet emphasizes the connected nature of our years—how 2026 is built upon the lessons of the past.

The book of days is open, wide and fair,

Its pages white as drifts of fallen snow;

We breathe the scent of crisp and January air,

And watch the old year’s embers softly glow.

The seeds of wisdom that we dared to sow,

Within the soil of trials and of tears,

Are ready now to strengthen and to grow,

To meet the challenge of the coming years.

Dismiss the phantom of your former fears,

For every hour is built with newer stone;

The music of the future fills our ears,

With melodies that we have always known.

The light of twenty-six begins to rise,

A golden dawn before our very eyes.