As a poetry form, this consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas.
Spring Happens
An icy wind blows ferocious
As the sun interrupts its grasp,
Winning.
A setback but not a retreat
As winter poises to remain
In charge.
Timeless struggle where seasons grate,
Dynamic cyclical efforts
For naught.
Sealed fates in time resist moving.
An inertia enforced morphing
of Truth.
Foolish and headstrong is winter.
Tenacious and patient, the Spring
steals ground.
Inevitable transforming
Inches forward righteously calm.
Serene.
The sun gets involved and its settled.
No debate allowed anymore,
It’s done.
Nature’s resolve is unyielding.
Spring has sprung in spite of the wind.
Hurrah!
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