Rarely do I use a four line stanza and A,A,B,B rhyming scheme, but sometimes it suits my purpose, and as long as the rhymes are smooth and allow movement, I’ll use them. Additionally I like to use words not found in any dictionary as it evokes a feeling and adds texture to the work. I hope you enjoy this one.
Woodland, a crucible of life…
Titchy crickets bark at night,
while sleeping dogs by fires, delight.
Huddled birds like fluffed round balls,
despise the frost on timbers tall.
Etched white moon suspended high,
smiling wistful heaven’s eye.
Scurried fur and claw repeal,
no death or food tonight appeal.
Instead like men by fire’s light,
in burrows warm they spurn the night.
To forage when that golden orb,
release the shadows day is born.
Cabin crack and timber moan,
to greet the frosted vista shown.
Through misty panes to sun’s delight,
humans yawn farewell to night.
Woods alive with woken beasts,
to join the throng of living see.
Cloudless cover rich in hue,
until the jewels of dark ensue.
Tony DeLorger © 2017