I think Spring is flirting with me,

lurking around the lilac tree

giggling just like the chaffinch sing

whispering me promises to soon

of warmer winds and flower bloom

softness that she can not yet bring

for morning still dawns harsh and cold

still frozen in King Winter’s hold.

No mercy for usurper Spring.

Last night I was discussing December Form Challenge with a fellow poet in Shrewsbury, and it struck me that last December I didn’t even attempt it. It slipped by me completely unnoticed.

So here is my attempt at what would have been December first’s challenge. A Nove Otto, created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine line, one stanza form with eight syllables in each line. The rhyme scheme is a-a-b-c-c-b-d-d-b.