Seasons

Dear reader, today is Day 12 of #OctPoWriMo. I have surprised myself by getting this far, and pleasantly so. With today's poem, I feel that my ability to really craft words is coming back. Our theme today is 'tortured' in connection with love. This poem caused me to do some real introspection. I chose to use the harder of the two suggested forms, that being a terza rima. It has 11 syllables in each line with a rhyme scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd. I hope you enjoy today's piece.

Rod E Kok
October 12, 2018

 

Winter’s hoarfrost weighs heavy on barren limbs

branches bend, the burden is almost too great

to handle. Without help, the future is grim.

Summer’s sun brings solace. Trees will celebrate,

flowers open up; color graces the land.

Warmth builds hope; optimistic faith it creates.

Winters love. Cold and harsh; can any withstand?

Spring and Autumn both appease and afflict.

Summer’s kiss ignites a passion. Love is grand!

More winter than autumn, myself I convict

More summer than spring, it was me that you picked.