Photograph and Digital Enhancement by Kat Myrman 2016

but for the soft coo-cooing
wooing
of mourning dove cry
nigh
the earth is hushed
crushed
under a blanket of snow
glow
magnolia tree towers
flowers
roots burrowed deep
sleep
until spring’s first kiss
bliss.

kat ~ 17 January 2016

An “Echo Verse” for Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge. The following describes this poetry form:

Echo verse goes back centuries but it has a very modern feel about it. The concept is simple—after each line there is an echo, of the last syllable (or two), or a word that rhymes. In the instructions it doesn’t say what the poem has to be about, line length, or whether there has to be any other kind of rhyme pattern.

If you would like to read other Echo Verses or enter your own, click HERE.