4.16.2014

day sixteen



Free verse is an open form of poetry not concerned with consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any other musical pattern. It tends to mirror natural speech.


Awoke to a white world,
Again a blanket of snow hugs the earth.
Scraping cars, icy roads.

How did drivers already forget what winter driving is like?

A lonely robin sings
such a song of spring.
As Mother Nature tricks us
I thought April Fool's was over.

1 comment:

Paula Kaye said...

So far we have lucked out of more snow.....