(A Minute Poem)
On Autumn ride,
bound to collide,
With roadside reds
In color spreads.
Then you’ll spot a touch of yellow
Hues that mellow
Deciduous leaves offset pine,
Ever so fine,
|Author Notes Driving about soaking in the Fall colors along any roadside. The Sumac provide brilliant red.
The use of the word peaking versus peeking was intentional.
This is a Minute poem. 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.
aabb, ccdd, eeff.