One Day

Three seasons, one day;
snow, rain, bright sunshine,
but oh so cold!

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Spring Englyn

Snowdrops now their dainty heads show, green stems
extend through cloak of snow.
Signs of Spring; we watch them grow.

Following soon come tulips fair, and bold
gold daffodils bloom where
now the ground is dark and bare.

The seasons are changing, the sun returns
and warms the earth, to shun
Winter’s grip; her battle won.

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Whilst looking for something else on the Internet I came across the Englyn form. This is, I understand, an old Bardic poetic form and I thought it would be fun to try to write one. As you can see the form consists of  3-line stanzas. It is a syllable counting form with lines of 10, 6 and 7 syllables respectively. That’s the easy bit!

The rhyme pattern requires end rhymes of AAA. However, (and this is where it gets complicated) the end rhyme of the first line isn’t actually at the end; it can be one, two or three syllables in from the end and the sound of the syllables after the rhyming word are echoed at the beginning of the following line.

You will see I have cheated a bit here, my echoes are not exact, making use of near rhymes and slant rhymes – green stems/extend (Stanza 1),  returns/and warms (stanza 3) and missing out one element in stanza 2 – and bold/gold.

Three Seasons

Three season’s weather
in the space of half a day.
Sun, wind, rain and hail.

Peppered

Seasons slowly change.
Trees peppered with new colours —
fiery reds and golds.

In My Absence

Here and there
the leaves still linger
but many trees are bare.
In my absence seasons alter.
Now returning, I discover
Winter’s in the air.

Confusion

Seasons confusion;
here and there a trace
of spring blossoms out of time,
while the first hint of autumn
touches lightly on the leaves.

Seasons

Everywhere I look
seasons follow Nature’s plan,
Spring turns to Summer.

In-between

In-between seasons;
green leaves jaded, no sign yet
of autumn’s bright hues.

Valentine Haiku

Heart

My true Valentine,
you fill my life with sunshine
all the seasons through.

 

Unfinished Business

Winter rocks the scales,
seasons shift; snow, sunshine, snow.
Unfinished business.

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