Day 16. Newborn

I’ve held the earth and sky in grateful arms                                     

and felt a summer zephyr’s golden glow                                        

amidst the grip of freezing winter sleet.                                         

A gift, a glimpse, of heaven’s unveiled charms,                            

as rare and fleet as taste of early snow;                                         

Born in awe of tiny rosy feet                                                              

and rosebud hands, unfurling pink and dewed.                               

I held him close and examined each wee toe                                 

and stoked his pearly ears and downy cheek                                       

Embracing radiant life so fresh and new                                           

soft, slow kiss hello

Prompt: Write a curtal sonnet. A curtal sonnet has eleven lines, instead of the usual fourteen, and the last line is shorter than the ten that precede it.