The weather’s turned and now it’s fall
We’re buying school things at the mall
Weather reports show storms and squalls
And that is all. And that is all.
The summer stories have been told
The hills transformed are oh so bold
The trees have turned to red and gold.
The year is old. The year is old.
Too soon we’ll see blankets of snow.
The temperatures will drop quite low.
We’ll need a fire to thaw our toes.
So a year goes. So a year goes.
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This is a MONOTETRA poem. (1-4. mono= one for the rhyme, tetra=for the four lines)
8 syllable quatrains in AAAA rhyme scheme, with the fourth line in each stanza repeating 4 syllables.
Shawn L. Bird 