It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem using the word (or encompassing the concept of) “blanket”.
Thanks to Merril for hosting and getting us started…
(Not familiar with the Sevenling form? Read all about it HERE. Fair Warning: Addictive.)
Sevenling (any day now)
Any day now, Autumn’s morning frost
will become Winter’s morning snow
burying the blanket of the season’s fallen leaves.
Some days are longer than others. Some,
even though we call them “Solstice,” last
and last and last. Some never end.
Today must be someday.
dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #113
~ Blanket Us ~