Winter's Lament: A Sonnet for a Mother's Departure

Winter's Lament: A Sonnet for a Mother's Departure

Upon yon realm of frost, where winter's breath,

Weaves tales of sorrow, cold as bitter death.

Since my mother left this mortal shore,

The season's grip hath changed forevermore.

No more doth the wind in fury wail,

Nor trees in mournful, icy gale.

The raindrops' melody is lost,

Upon my roof, no more its whispers tossed.

The roads, once barricaded by snow's embrace,

Lie untouched, bereft of winter's grace.

No hills of white to block the traveler's way,

A somber change, where joy did once hold sway.

Oh, winter, thou hath failed to keep thy vow,

Transformed, as if disdaining the art thou.

For she who birthed me, in her final rest,

Hath left, and with her, winter's very zest.

Both mother and the season's icy breath,

Now silent, in the grip of timeless death.

No longer shall they grace our mortal coil,

The warmth of hearth replaced by winter's foil.

Yet, in this somber tale, a truth lies deep,

For memories of her in my heart shall keep.

Though winter altered, lost its former sheen,

Her love remains, eternal and serene.

In snowflake's descent, reflections appear,

Of her love, content, ever near.

The chill may linger, but her warmth prevails,

In whispered echoes of our cherished tales.

The frost claims fields in its cold embrace,

Yet, in my heart, her love finds its own space.

No earthly season can her spirit bind,

In every gust, her laughter I still find.

The silent nights, adorned with starry gleam,

Echo lullabies from a distant dream.

As winter weaves its tapestry of white,

Her memory sparkles in the pale moonlight.

Though roads may clear and hills of snow may fade,

Her legacy in every step is laid.

Winter's change may mask the familiar view,

But love endures, ever strong and true.

So, let the seasons shift, and winds may sigh,

In quiet moments, her spirit draws nigh.

For though both winter and my mother sleep,

Their essence in my heart forever deep.