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.