An English sonnet’s only fourteen lines,
Possessing ten and sixty metered feet,
Two stanzas of a thought, then by design,
The turn, la volta, where ideas meet.
The third quatrain is a kaleidoscope,
Through which the prior stanzas can be viewed.
And then a couplet which, the writer hopes,
Will emphasize or contradict the mood.
This simple form that fashion left behind
Is rarely used by poets of today,
Yet Shakespeare, Spenser, Petrarch and their kind,
While read and loved, will never fade away.
This New Year’s Day has faded into night.
One down, three hundred sixty-four to write.