The first snow drifts on winter’s whispered breath ... (Form: English Sonnet) |
| Winter Begins The first snow drifts on winter’s whispered breath. Its feather-like dispersion softly shrouds the landscape in a placid mask of death, its visage blank beneath a crown of clouds. A burst of color seeks the waning sun. A pansy, small and purple, shakes its head in rhythm with the small breeze that’s begun, preparing for the nights that lie ahead. The land, in fallow slumber, starts to fade; the vibrant colors pale to greys and blue, yet it is not a time to be dismayed for soon the warm touch of spring will renew. The nights grow longer with each passing day; the world is once more under winter’s sway. An entry for "Monthly Poetry Contest" Prompt: Winter Times Begin Word Count: 110 Line Count: 14 Form: English Sonnet ~ or Shakespearean sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet for a total of 14 lines. The rhyme is abab cdcd efef gg. This form is written in iambic pentameter. |