Autumn Leaves
Now my posh palette is laid waste.
Winter, winding its way to fore,
lays its whiteness at my front door.
Vivid colors become murky paste
and lose their hue with rash haste.
My parquet is covered with hoar.
Other – Sextilla: (1) Six-line stanzas of eight-syllable lines rhymed either aabccb or ababcc…poetscollective.org
*(2) A Sp. stanza form of six octosyllabic or shorter lines. In the classic period, the usual rhyme scheme was abbaab...oxfordreference.com
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