Spring Coup

Ribbons of golden sunlight splay
the shades of gray
as glooming clouds
descend like shrouds.

Her chilling kiss of icy mist
denies our bliss;
Chilled to the bone
we rush for home.

But though the day seems dark and cold
Winter grows old.
Her days are few.
Spring plans a coup!

~kat – 3 February 2017
(Minute Poem)

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.

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