when midnight strikes, i'm a thief
swallowing pale moon
penning words, as wintered trees
reveal bones - hush - soon.
sunshine lingers, love
etches a spell, rush of gold
i await - spring's dove
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form: Sequidilla. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visit.
Seguidilla has seven syllable-counted lines (7,5,7,5:5,7,5), and rhymes the second and fourth, and the fifth and seventh lines (x,A,x,A,B,x,B)
