This is the Christmas sonnet for 2012. Merry Christmas!
Sonnet CLXII- Christ in the Incubator
That night was like a bed of violet spread
With scorch dark chiffon that was neatly worn
With moth holes where the stars poked. Sneakers torn,
I walked alone. How I felt almost dead!
O' how I'd walked that way so many years!
The cemetary looked with faded stones
Not different from the porches framing gloom
With red-green light strings for the holidays.
But just around one house there was a glow,
Not flat screen flicker blue, but white as flame:
Lit up, the tender scene of Bethlehem
Was there displayed, and held above the snow
Inside a box of glass and wood and straw,
To better usher Christ and warm my awe.
The poem is based on a true story, set on North Street here in Northampton! Though, I was wearing my good shoes at the time, and sadly there is still no snow.