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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #1600342
We are all slaves to the seasons ... (Form: Triquint)
Subservient

Round 22 Image

Seasonal patchwork, colors abound,
dropped from trees, gaudily crowned.
Nature's arms surround,
I am bound.
Fall.

Myriad textures litter the ground.
Farewell message, most profound.
Nature's arms surround,
I am bound.
Pall.

Greens of summer now wilted and browned.
Soon winds of winter will hound.
Nature's arms surround,
I am bound.
Thrall.


Notes

An entry for Round 22 "Pond Poetry - ON HIATUS! [ASR]

pall – anything that covers, shrouds, or overspreads, esp. with darkness or gloom.
thrall – a person who is in bondage; slave.

Prompt: Image
Form: Triquint, a poem for created by Sylvia A. Feeley, which consists of 3 verses, 5 lines each. Lines 3 and 4 of verse 1 (Refrain) repeat in verses 2 and 3. The syllable count for each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and has an aaAAb rhyme scheme.

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