~stealing the Summer~
I have witnessed the dullness grow
stealing warmth from sky’s blue hue,
so hoary fist grips land below,
turns the leaves into maelstrom brew.
Stealing warmth from sky’s blue hue
when darkness comes a shade too soon,
and breath is hung like web trapped dew
beneath the gaze of harvest moon.
So hoary fist grips land below
while skeletal oaks seem to shake
as if there’s something they should know,
a dance in which they must partake.
Turns the leaves into maelstrom brew
like kittens escaping their fear,
and carried on a forlorn mew
the plaintive cry of “winters here”.
***This is a Retourne;
The retourne is all about repetition. It contains four quatrains and each line has eight
syllables. The trick is that the first stanza's second line must also be the second stanza's first
line, the first stanza's third line is the third stanza's first, and the first stanza's fourth line is
the fourth stanza's first. Retournes do not have to rhyme.
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