Chimera 66, #16


Rain

As waning ice of winter drips

into our spring, my fingertips,

tempestuous, cling.

Catharsis now brings

tearful scene;

quiv`ring lips.

As all our season’s trials end,

your icy words my soul defends.

Our love not lanquid

nor is it torpid;

not morbid

or pretends.

Oh, let our winter’s stone-cold hearth

alight once more with fiery breath,

stretching arms to greet;

opening to meet

lovingly,

our true warmth.

Clogyrnach: (clog-ir-nach): It usually has a six line stanza that combines one couplet of eight syllable lines a. a., one couplet of five syllable lines b. b., and the final two lines of three syllables.b. a.. The two three syllable lines may be written as a six syllable line if desired.