A ten line poem
Requires: IAMBIC PENTAMER using BLANK VERSE
Interlude (Sonnetina Uno)
The winter settled down, it’s artwork done,
The thermometer dropped stopping the snow
and holding for us still-life clearly cast.
The roads were all cleared; a recess was called
for visitors to take pictures to share.
A suspension of time, deferring spring,
with frigid heart-warming inversion felt
as still air-motionless, and mutely crisp.
While not every year is such a scene seen,
these days are treasures wrought for memory’s sake.
© Lawrencealot – January 4, 2013