Sonnet – For the Turn of the Year

For the turn of the year,the time is nigh;
The earth on its axis will spin its course 
Amidst a storm deluge out of the sky;
The raging flood  rivers running full force.
Sheep hug the hedge at the edge of the field;
The gale so relentless,branches are bowed;
Nature is silenced its armour to wield;
The ground is sodden where the huntsmen rode.
Day turns to night with darkness secluding;
Lanes are deep flooded, vehicles are strewn
Still it rains on all routes occluding;
Lights of the cottage replacing the moon.
Flames in the firelight thoughts quietly revered
And so we’ll ring in the bells of New Year.