Spring arrives and chases the cold
with the promise of sun
letting nature's story unfold.
April's folly begun.
Slipping away to old places,
beholding familiar faces. Slipping away
Slipping away
Back to days at slower paces.
Trees and flowers begin to strive,
from their long winter's nap.
All around the earth comes alive,
throwing off its' nightcap.
Reality becomes a dream,
lost in a world of sunshine beams. Reality
Reality
Is it all as it truly seems?
Just as the bees come out to play,
freeze warnings fill the air.
One last cold blast is on the way,
without a doubt or care.
I'm not surprised one bit at all,
to feel the frigid long, last call. I'm not surprised
I'm not surprised
For sweet summer flees, then it's fall.
(27 lines)
This is a Trijan Refrain. Made of 3, 9 line stanzas for a total of 27 lines. Line 1 can be the same beginning line for all stanzas, but does not have to be. The first 4 syllables in line five, in each stanza, is repeated as refrains in lines 7 and 8.
Rhyme Scheme - a/b/a/b/c/c/d.d refrain/c
Syllabic Count - 8/6/8/6/8/8/4.4R/8
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