(A Minute Poem)
The Autumn leaves in colored hue,
All coming through
For you to view,
As people do.
Wrought iron gates or cobbled walk,
If they could talk,
They would but sing.
A wondrous thing!
Colors of purple, bronze, and gold,
It must be told,
Upon the ground,
Autumn is coming. I can’t wait to see the glorious color hues again.
The Minute Poem is a poem that follows the “8,4,4,4” syllable count structure. It usually has 3 stanzas that are exactly the same. So: 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
A traditional Minute Poem has 12 lines total. It has 60 syllables(Thus, the Minute). It is written in a strict iambic meter. This one is iambic tetrameter, but is can be any iambic.
The usual rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff, but I made the first stanza in this poem Mono-syllable.