Zojavan: must be about natural world, spiritual world, Green Man,
Mother Earth, Father Sun, Native American in feeling
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Lines | 6/ stanza= 24 total |
| Syllable/Words | 10 words |
| Rhymes | a a b b c c each stanza |
| Repeat | |
Last Gasp
1 A harsh, frigid wind blew strong in the late morning.
A portent that worse weather from the south would be coming.
Gun metal gray skies touched the top of the mesa
A moving wall that would blot out the sun’s nova.
5 Choking red dust hazily consumed the blue spring sky first
Bringing Hell to Earth as if it had been cursed.
Clouds brought in muddy rain with a worse forecast pending
In the form of ice encrusted roads from snow blowing.
The temperature dipped radically, striking fast like an enraged hydra.
10 The ground turned a soggy brown, a bleak, ugly vista.
The snow refused to stick, as spring was a-burst.
But Old Man Winter hadn’t yet given it his worst.
The chartreuse seedpods on the trees took a hard lashing
Yet clung with determination to the branches that were bending.
15 Not ready to fall to the earth to become flora
They stayed hard to their branches in their pupa.
Another week or two was needed before they would burst,
A lucky few to land on good earth and become immersed.
Ice enshrouded windshields throughout the cold night and next morning,
20 Melting only once the heater gets hot and starts blasting.
Another day starts, completely different from yesterday’s wind churning saga
Clear, cloudless azure skies spread a calm and tranquil aura.
The hard gray clouds once more shoved aside and dispersed.
The shiny world, bright and beautiful, waiting to be traversed.
Beth Ellen Cook
4-11-2011
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