November morning unfolds
heavy fog, drizzled grey sky, strewn apple seeds -
northern wind grows bleak and old
as maple trees stand bare, beads
of light knuckled by darkness, stalk-thin as reeds
Winter season turns the field
to ice; rose shrubs to broken sticks, fluff to stone-
the weeping willow, half-keeled,
waits out the cold, still alone
we stumble in thick socks, knitting warmth from bone
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Spanish Lira. This is a stanza form of 5 lines, with 7-11-7-7-11 using the consonant rhyme of aBabB. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your visits and comments.
