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 said...

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