And I Saunter Alone
Morning breeze whispers, winter is here,
And I welcome the first snowfall.
Who shaped the snowflakes and painted them white,
Silent are secrets of sky,
And I saunter alone.
Icicles hanging from naked branches,
Some of them like meandering around,
Creating a wonderful gleaming art,
While some eagerly wait to touch the ground.
Cold sunrays emerge,
Shiny snow, pure and peaceful,
White blanket coats land,
I find some unknown footprints,
And I miss warmth, your love brings.
August 17, 2016.
It Takes Four - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Written with the four forms listed below
Crystalline - 2 lines of 9/8 syllables, unrhymed
Kimo - 3 lines 10/7/6 syllables, unrhymed
Quatrain - 4 lines, line 2 and 4 rhyme, 10 syllables per line
Tanka - 5 lines, 5/7/5/7/7 syllables, unrhymed
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