3 quatrains composed of 3 lines of iambic tetrameter
and a 4th line of iambic dimeter,
closing couplet in iambic tetrameter
Rhyme Scheme: abab cdcd efef gg
Seasoned Harvest (Sapphic Ode Sonnet)
We gamboled through the summer hay-
alfalfa growing green and tall
enough to hide in anyway,
when we were small.
I had no sibling, nor did she
and neighbors weren’t that near those days.
We’d languor in the apple tree
those summer days.
She grew up lithe and comely yet
while I was craggy faced and shy
through school she did not once forget
I was her guy.
When I asked she did not demure;
“Me, marry you?”she said, “Why sure.”
© Lawrencealot – Oct. 18, 2012